You
start me up,
you slow down,
pushing me hard,
onto the ground ...
With
nothing left,
for me to believe,
no guiding light,
and no place to be ...
Waiting,
hoping for,
Someday,
oneday ...
You
told me,
I had to believe,
with a bad taste,
and too blind to see ...
Breaking
the rules,
you play in disguise,
by telling me,
your little lies ...
Waiting,
hoping for ...
Someday,
oneday ...
You
told me,
about fields of gold,
and giving me,
my dreams to hold ...
It
was given,
and taken away,
an evil price,
for me to pay ...
Copyright: Achim Tober