from these tears
I've learned to steer
and from these tears
I've learned who's really here opted for this posion
and in the glass
there's rolling hills
that noone sees
with out principals
and in these times
of wanting more
of what to hold
walking down alone
down this cinder road
pouring wine
inside of this broken
heart
livin with a motor that
might not always start
©mrnothing
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