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angela_n_hunt) wrote2008-11-17 01:23 pm
angela_n_hunt) wrote2008-11-17 01:23 pm
Just Live
Pain is no reason for stopping
Giving up is the only crime
Put a knife in my hand, I'll keep running
Keep going, do or die
This world is one of our making
No other hand, no other mind
My eyes may burn from the waking
But I'd rather wake than sleep walk
It's not the life I wanted
But what is?
I'll keep going, even haunted
It's better than an early grave
Don't call me home yet, Lady
You'll have to drag me from the field
Don't tell me it's over, Lady
I'll know that well enough in my bones
So one last toast to the Dead
A remembrance for the rest who are dying
I just need to stay out of my head
And remember it's enough to just live
copyright 2008 Angela N. Hunt
Giving up is the only crime
Put a knife in my hand, I'll keep running
Keep going, do or die
This world is one of our making
No other hand, no other mind
My eyes may burn from the waking
But I'd rather wake than sleep walk
It's not the life I wanted
But what is?
I'll keep going, even haunted
It's better than an early grave
Don't call me home yet, Lady
You'll have to drag me from the field
Don't tell me it's over, Lady
I'll know that well enough in my bones
So one last toast to the Dead
A remembrance for the rest who are dying
I just need to stay out of my head
And remember it's enough to just live
copyright 2008 Angela N. Hunt