Monday, March 26, 2007
This Brick Road
Dare I tread this
old golden brick road?
Dare I walk down
this river called hope?
Don't want to draw
blood out of you
Don't want to see
you bleed and cry
Maybe you already knew
what I have in mind
Already seen the warning
signs in the sky
May I be bold like
the lion in the den
Fearless like Spartans
of old ancient Greece
And perhaps I'll hold
your dainty hand
as we stroll down
this golden brick road
old golden brick road?
Dare I walk down
this river called hope?
Don't want to draw
blood out of you
Don't want to see
you bleed and cry
Maybe you already knew
what I have in mind
Already seen the warning
signs in the sky
May I be bold like
the lion in the den
Fearless like Spartans
of old ancient Greece
And perhaps I'll hold
your dainty hand
as we stroll down
this golden brick road
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