troubled by the waste of time
till the finish line
pictures of our past are on the wall
signed by names of lovers that went wrong
will we die before we get there
for our feelings they are sad
when we can not find the words
messing our minds with dead
truth is flood
not red as blood
but bright as sun
magnificent
blessed and coursed
but when your by my hand
i am the lucky one
remembering my friends
holding up to...
looking into one
