Presa

Tell her I'll be waiting
in the usual place
with the tired and weary
and there's no escape.

To need a women
you've got to know
how the strong get weak
and the rich get poor.

...

You're running with me
don't touch the ground
we're the restless hearted
not the chained and bound.

The sky is burning
a sea of flame
though your world is changing
I will be the same.


The storm is breaking
or so it seems
we're too young to reason
too grown to dream.
...

Now spring is turning
your face to mine
I can hear your laughter
I can see your smile.

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