Heros Unsung

She had a cherryade smile

But cocaine dreams

That took all the love

From what she believed

 

So she phoned her friend

And asked what it means

To become so obsessed

With something so obscene

 

Sick of handing out

Her nicotine kisses

To the friends that she had

And the life that she misses

 

She wants to take it back

All the memories she pictures

But when demanding her life

She’s less than ambitious

 

I guess those days are yet to come

When yesterday still feels so young

 

We were fighting the haze of the morning sun

While the nighttime prayed on all we’ve done

 

He lost his mind

Somewhere on the streets

And could never really seem

To get back to his feet

 

As he lay in the gutter

He looked to the stars

And prayed for an angel

To take away his scars

 

He dragged himself up

Sick of waiting to be found

He hit the bottle so damn hard

That I swear he left the ground

Just about to give in

When he saw her

A heavenly silhouette

Stood on the street corner

 

I guess those days have yet to come

When yesterday still feels so young

We were fighting the haze of the morning sun

While the nighttime prayed on all we’ve done

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~ by Brad on August 21, 2013.

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