By Tim S Poma

I walk tall but constantly fall
Still looking for the control before we lose it all
Waiting for the crown to fall
Just waiting for the one call

There’s just one minute till midnight
One minute till its all right
As we take a deep breath
We fall to rest in pieces
As we begin to breach
Your ideas of love we counter speak

Time won’t wait for you
As it’s time we lose
As we take this life off controlled cruise
We too sick of being misused
We turn away from a dark and desolate road
Where there was only greed to behold
So we turn around as we enter the sound
Of the waves and it’s all the rage
We burn the stories of this history page

We crash
We crash upon the shore
We live again to be restored
As the new number as a new slumber
And new things to remember


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