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A Man finding new hope. |
| I am falling into my old ways Carrying a torch to a dug grave Masterminding a premature death Until a light strikes in my head The pollution has subsided And a spark of inspiration Forces out the demons They bare their grubby hearts And shriek to the sound of robust mind. I walk away from the grave And I sort through the bundles of cassettes That horde the music I love I sit in this barely lit room And I drink to the tune Of a singing master And guitars that stroke the heart With verve. Tonight I begin to feel alive I was broken hearted Now I see life through Fixed glasses I read a book on dreams And hope Now I can cope with pain More so than ever. |