One
Way Streets
The
tendency is to drag my feet
The wrong way down your one way street
Drag my feet
One way street
Loose
myself under a hundred things
Find my self inside a dusty wing
Hundred things
Dusty wing
A
thread of gold in the days design
Taking stock instead of taking time
To the rescue
To the rescue
Like a jewel in a bubble
Hope under rubble
Raising from burning heat
Away from your one way streets
Rid
these cold realms of cruel pollution
In her wide arms, divine solutions
Cruel pollution
Revolution
Starlight
tarnished on a fallen helm
Where once was daylight now a rain clad veil
Fallen helms
Rain clad veils
A
thread of gold in the days design
Taking stock instead of taking time
To
the rescue
To the rescue
Like a jewel in a bubble
Hope under rubble
Raising from burning heat
Away from your one way streets
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