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11-02-2005, 09:43 PM | #1 |
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Falling down drowning
The man down the street never had a friend
He never sought to feel a hand This night he just lingers down that bridge Never to look back at what he might have been He's wounded and desperate to take his life Never looking back Just letting go Falling down from that road And he's lost in the sea Drowning for a couse Never to bother you again Did you ever try to feel if he was okey Can you live with yourself Where did it all go so wrong Always holding on to what you belive is dear But what if you were wrong and he were right Never looking back Just letting go Falling down from that road And you're lost in the sea Drowning for a couse Never to see the light again Did you stick you're head in the sand To see the darknes surrounding you Makeing it all go away So that you can say "It wasn't me that made this mess"
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welcome haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa very interesting i feel a path thats on a way street with no rights or any lefts and being stopped along that path to do what is right for another person but there is a stronger being in front of that path that is willing to give up what they believe from a human natured point of you to do was it right for that person the stronger being in front is searched over and over again for the sake of was right tied to it the other being on this path is willing and in weakness stregnth subsides its seems like a game of tug and war up on 2 heart of diamonds for the sake of inocent like the lifeless being that is portrayed in this wrting that could be fact or fiction but somewhere there is a man down the street never had a friend he never sought to feel a hand the night lingers down the bridge never to look back at what he might a been hes wounded and desprate to take his life and it brings to mind the parable from matt and mark if ye had 100 sheep and one of theme would go estray the right thing todo is leave the 99 and got get the one that is lost im sorry for such a long reply fouturne telling runs in my jeans Beautiful work thanks for sharing
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Wow... What a long sentenc!
The last bit was the best couse the rest I hardly understood... But okey That's your interpertation of it , Thanks!
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your very much welcome
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