The Bends Paroles

let their hair hang down

so we can grab a hold.



Crashing.

And all these visions,

no legitimate excuses or reasons for this.

I put this down long ago,

and now it cannot sit alone,

the fruits that I decide to provide with this rage.


And I will le tmy world carry me there.

Smashing down, so it seems.

Captivate the running song that sings so wide.

These rays I see every day,

and we all wait for the rain.



I see your words alive,

and I'm wishing that they w/ill cruble to dust,

yes.



Wake me--

me from this sleep.

Still the strong refuse to carry those who are weak.