rites of passage
Album: Rites of Passage
Written by R. Pierce
Copyright 2000 Boru's
Ghost
Remembering the days of old, the grassy fields were cold...so long ago.
Now I see the tears, I'm trying to kill this fear...so long ago.
I can see both night and day in the same frame. And my consciousness involves ego
decay. Caught in a world of endless solutions, caught in a world of imagination. Clean of
thought 'til I lay down to sleep. *
*When I'm in my grave, my mind will be saved.
Caught in a torturous limbo I strive to believe. For these thoughts I am sure I will bleed.
Give me instructions, show me a sign; show me a way to the glowing light. When I pass
away I will surely see.*
Now I stand against the wind, I know I'll break before I bend...so long ago.
These thoughts flow through my mind, makes me lose sense of time...so long ago.
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