Lime Light

July 2, 2013

There is a song I hear,

So graceful, so pure,

I can't help just to get near.

It makes me feel like a tangled lure.

I wanna reach for the stars, if I can.

Dragging my feet like shoes in the sand.

Thinking, how I could be a better man.

Breathing in that light that once made me stand.

Here I am, waiting for perfection.

Wondering if I'll ever be made.

There will be no objection.

Hoping, praying that I won't fade.

Here I am with no fear to my feet.

There is nothing that can destroy my beat.

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