its about all the chances we have blown.. |
auther Patrick William To each his own..... For every chance we have blown. For all the things we postpone. For all that we have known. For every time we feel alone. For these things left unknown. For all this time spent in a cyclone. For all these habbits were prone. For all this crap we have shown. Its time to disown. Its time to land in a new drop zone. Its time to be as strong as bone. Its time to pick up that new stone. Its time we changed are whole tone. Its time to let areselfs dethrone. Its time to pay back that loan. Maybe there is a higher power. Maybe its not standing atop a church tower. Maybe its right here with us hour by hour. Maybe its telling us to follow the miles per hour. Maybe its getting us through this rush hour. Maybe its telling us to clean up under the shower. I find that we do have control. I find we can meet are goal. I find that we can play a new role. I find we can come back together as a whole. I find we can cleanz our body and soul. I find we can play a positive roll. I find that in ourselfs we can console... So forget the public opinion poll. So remember we do have control.. Control is love. love is control. we will die if we let go... |