I've gotta die tonightI've gotta live to fight
Times of desire break
Times of denial take
We pull into light
We push, contrite
Call and create
Kiss and debate
It's no time for might
It's not sound over sight
For you it's too late
For us, it's my fate
Times of desire break
Times of denial take
We pull into light
We push, contrite
Call and create
Kiss and debate
It's no time for might
It's not sound over sight
For you it's too late
For us, it's my fate
1 comment:
the rhyme in this *whistles*
deviating from the 1/2 rhymes you usually do, and I like that, but I like this as well.
Again, it's short, it's concise, but it gets a message across.
Thumbs up, Sam, and a job well done.
Post a Comment