May 14, 2010
By , Sprindgale, AR
As i gaze into the west
I try to get a little rest
I turn around to walk away
And slowly jog along the bay
I lay down, alone in the sand
And slowly start to bury my hand
As I go my body disappears
And then comes a little tear
I cry because I am forgotten
And I cry because I feel rotten
The people laugh and cry
No matter how hard I honestly try
I think that they won't care
And I know my life is below fair
If i get it over with
I will be just another myth
So here I go not seen by men
Never to gaze at the west again

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