Thursday, November 26, 2009

Rites of spring

I was locked all day in the summer heat
In a small brown house in Suburban Street
With a skateboard and my shit guitar
I'd dream all day that they would get me far
The summers gone, the years have passed
My friends have changed, a few did last
The smallest dreams got pushed aside
The largest ones that changed my life

If I had a chance for another try
I wouldn’t change a thing
It's made me all of who I am inside
And if I could thank god
That I am here, and that I am alive
And everyday I wake
I tell myself a little harmless lie
The whole wide world is mine

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