Solid Gold
Sometimes the trouble is
We don't want to be free
For it seems to us
In our feeble state
Our chains are beautiful
But like Houdini
We must sink or swim
Leaving heavy links
Behind us
We don't want to be free
For it seems to us
In our feeble state
Our chains are beautiful
But like Houdini
We must sink or swim
Leaving heavy links
Behind us
posted by earthkissed | 1:53 am
1 Comments:
Tell me about it :)
There are many roads, some less obvious than others,
but you can always choose your own path!
tim
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