from a side to another
with my sold out soul
that once was a player!
I used to stand at the call
and be around every corner!
While the trees keep getting tall
will I go pass the winter?
My bones are shaking
sitting on the substitutes'bench
feeding furs and feathers
of some kind of wings unfold.
I'm getting old!
I'm getting cold!
My joints are aching
when I walk down
to the end of the hall!
What's above all
as far as I can remember
that still makes my flesh crawl
is to never taste bitter!
Red & yellow leaves about to fall
It's going towards november!
I focus on the bricks of the wall
and every day it's seems to be higher!
My bones are shaking
sitting on the substitutes'bench
feeding furs and feathers
of some kind of wings unfold.
I'm getting old!
I'm getting cold!
My joints are aching
when I walk down
to the end of the hall!
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