Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Second, third and fourth chances
Wisp of ghosts,
They glide and dance.
So lost in reality
And begging the living for
Second, third, and fourth chances.
But I see in the mirror,
A face they cannot have.
And all the while
I praise my existence,
I never knew I hadn't
A reflection either.
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They glide and dance.
So lost in reality
And begging the living for
Second, third, and fourth chances.
But I see in the mirror,
A face they cannot have.
And all the while
I praise my existence,
I never knew I hadn't
A reflection either.
12-14-10
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Second, third and fourth chances
Second, third and fourth chances