Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Wooden Ships

Time sure kills
When I wish you would last
Sharks swim around
Steering ships toward my past
And here I thought
You were made out of gold
Sheltering me
From the shivering cold
The waves kept on hitting
Though you always stood strong
Now you're in pieces
Like an unfinished song
Drunk from the pain,
It might have been me
Turning wood into flames
Setting misery free

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