with a steady rain on a glaciers top
even largest of mountains reduce to a drop
a trickle at best down life's river deep
yet we pity the souls born to weep
destroying the landscapes of a better mans mind
searching for graves we have long left behind
like a mothers womb grows dark in time
she scours for the light that you lost in your eyes
so she prays to the angels and they play her a song
as she curses the road that I've taken all along
as she curses the road that I've taken all along
and she's vexing the highway though born of her blood
as the rain falls and I trudge through the mud
-df.
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