Man of Clay
Here I sit upon the shelf,
Not seeing me, but, someone else.
Memories forever in my mind,
Losing track of precious time;
Not knowing where to draw the line.
Confussion creeps in from my past,
Feelings holding me steadfast.
Not caring for tomorrow,
Not seeing light through all my sorrow.
I see nothing that the future brings,
A song of sadness my heart sings.
And so, I sit a man of clay,
Mold me into night or day...
Then, tomorrow fades away!
Not seeing me, but, someone else.
Memories forever in my mind,
Losing track of precious time;
Not knowing where to draw the line.
Confussion creeps in from my past,
Feelings holding me steadfast.
Not caring for tomorrow,
Not seeing light through all my sorrow.
I see nothing that the future brings,
A song of sadness my heart sings.
And so, I sit a man of clay,
Mold me into night or day...
Then, tomorrow fades away!
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