Why I Can't Leave....
2006-09-03 | 12:18 a.m.
my arms and feet are bound
i weep without a sound
there is no more remorse
for this tired old horse. my courage is not around
i stare at sky and ground
there is no voice so coarse
for this tired old horse. my heart sinks now i've found
that memories surround
that i've been here before
and the chains will hold me down
lessons have not been learned.
the clocks no longer wound
times run out and worse
for this tired old horse.
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