Monday, March 19, 2012

Cherryland Stomp

Premonitions speak volume
In the moments I find you
Drowning out the dreams I have
They always seem too real

Falling out of the mission
Timing’s always an issue
Locking eyes with a stranger
Seconds taking too long, my heartbeat’s beating the drum, I feel the Cherryland Stomp

When you walk alone
Inside a home
That’s meant to gather all forgotten souls
You take a risk
Wage it all
For a chance

You may be right
We're in a fight
Never surrender

Enemies
They're hard to cease
You are the passionate one
               


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