Its the past, again.
You see its that unspeakable truth
That stray grin
History repeating its self
The stories have changed
A song played on the radio
Night bright with colored lights
He cries as he drives
Body heaves over the searing wheel
Closed doors still emit light
Behind the locks there is fright
Lies and fears
Pillow for your tears
Sun never betrays the moon
Moon proudly reflects suns glory to the night
Angles bow in obedience
Its the hearts of brothers that deviate
Because even hurricanes bring calm after the rain
- rome
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