Blind as bats,
We shuffle about
Not knowing what tomorrow holds
But we have a positive feeling
Look at them,
their noses in the air
Do you think they enjoy it?
The constant condescending face?
This place we're in,
Full of musty books and old guitars
But the sky's the limit
And we're not falling short today, just stone-throw away
And when I told you I was stronger than you thought I was,
You looked at me, gave a smile and then you turned away
I proved my point, gave it all that I could possibly give
And looks who's smiling now.
Saturday, October 29, 2011