Treasure Island

Ace Of Black Hearts

(04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

The Rise And The Fall


A politician named rick
Grew up as child believing all the corruption was wrong
This was his song
He sung it everyday
Slowly rising, higher, and higher
But with with fortune and fame he changed
Make deals for those who appealed
For money was now his faith
It is all he praised
Then he fell, and was exposed
As if he was not wearing any cloths
He tired with all his might to get back in
But the people would not let him
They say they will never forget
What he did was wrong
I'm sorry but sometimes you just don't belong
And that their song
Now rick live the average life forever remembering
What could of been
Regret is for those who do not have a name yet
With each decision we face
Is another mistake that could be erased

Submitted: Friday, June 24, 2011
Edited: Friday, June 24, 2011
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