onsdag 20. august 2008

It's no choice at all

Things can move at such a pace
The second hand just waves goodbye
You know the light has left his face
But you can't recall just where, or why

So there ain't no talkin' to this man
He's been trying to tell me so
It took a while to understand
The beauty of just letting go

I am gonna let him fly

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