Among the Fallen 9/15/2002
It is a beautiful place to be sure
But it is not a perfect world
You have only to look and see
The heart is all bound in clay
And as much as one demands,
The other is bound to fail
While all the world longs
For the dawning day
So I labor through
Hoping to please you with what you want
But sure as I’m born
In some point I fail
And your expectation is miffed
So you have a right to you anger
A right to your complaint
And I retreat to the shadows
Because it is not a perfect world
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