Caught up in the endlessness
the flames of life burning
only to smolder out too soon

Angel with a tarnished halo
a beggar out on the streets
as another day has past away


Sleep in a box for the night
up at noon to get some score
Till the day you die from it


This silver spoon has rusted
started track down your back
other numb haze experience


Thinking is nightmare real
or is this the day you wake
to find your life has expired


Written by Melissa McMahan Copyright

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