RiddlE - Justan Lee

Lazy spirals circle my head
Am I alive or am I dead?
What's become of me (and) what's unsaid?
Please stop this rhyming inside my head...

I've departed and I am gone
I have left with the setting sun
(There's) nothing left that can be undone
No wars to fight that can be won...

Softly spoken, the words of time
Of something laced inside a rhyme
Trace the memory - find the path
These things in life, they never last...

Consciousness is pushed aside
The truth in lies could never hide
(What) failures of the past decide
That shape the journey both and the ride...

Category:

Music

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• Riddle
• RWE
• Owasso
• Ralph
• Waldo
• Emerson
• Justan
• Lee
• Baker
• Acoustic
• Songwriter
• 9one9
• Joe
• Neil
• Tulsa
• War
• Fascism
• Enlightenment
• 83
• Problems