Chris Townsend Biography

A misty hollow, a quiet place for two,
My heart in your hands, the me and the you,
Shielded from the wind an angel by my side,
Whispered sweet nothings, my inhibitions to hide,
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Lie beside in a patch of sun,
Wrench my heart out and show for fun,
Dark shadows surround our façade,
As life, to fight, makes it so hard,
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Me myself I have nothing to prove,
No legend to create, no image of you,
I save myself by hiding in my space,
As I avoid the tangled web, the human chase,
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Wild frontiers battle to the front,
Sealed fortunes, its rude to point,
Onward victory, is a gun shot away,
My soul destroyed, humanities depravity,
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I have nothing to prove nothing to say,
This moment in time, a cold and bitter day,
I hear the movement but I cannot see,
These feelings revolving around the inner me,
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