Post by firefly on Jul 30, 2006 21:42:40 GMT -5
What doth the flesh hold from within
If not the heart of a thing to be?
When poetic justice will hold no mind
Then what’ll become of me?
When the world is in shambles
And the moon has gone red
And words have all failed
Will hope then be dead?
Yes it seems hopeless
And yes it seems bleak
But I’m not scared
Luck favor’s the unique
It’s okay to be lost
And there’s no need to be found
If you’ve got faith in yourself
You’ll always be sound
When the moon melts away
And the sun meets it’s demise
I’ll never be scared
Luck favor’s the wise.
Why is it called common sense
If it’s really so rare?
Real wisdom’s overlooked
But life’s just unfair
When life’s turned it’s back
I won’t cower or rave
I don’t need to be scared
Luck favor’s the brave
If not the heart of a thing to be?
When poetic justice will hold no mind
Then what’ll become of me?
When the world is in shambles
And the moon has gone red
And words have all failed
Will hope then be dead?
Yes it seems hopeless
And yes it seems bleak
But I’m not scared
Luck favor’s the unique
It’s okay to be lost
And there’s no need to be found
If you’ve got faith in yourself
You’ll always be sound
When the moon melts away
And the sun meets it’s demise
I’ll never be scared
Luck favor’s the wise.
Why is it called common sense
If it’s really so rare?
Real wisdom’s overlooked
But life’s just unfair
When life’s turned it’s back
I won’t cower or rave
I don’t need to be scared
Luck favor’s the brave
