Just Thinking
The pain carves at my heart, my rhythm
But I can make it alone
Make it as far as I want to go
Really I want to live till ninety-six
Have children and grandkids
Have their respect
To sit and rest my head against the pillow of my palm
And ignorance
To die humbly and with love
9th April ‘08
The pain carves at my heart, my rhythm
But I can make it alone
Make it as far as I want to go
Really I want to live till ninety-six
Have children and grandkids
Have their respect
To sit and rest my head against the pillow of my palm
And ignorance
To die humbly and with love
9th April ‘08
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