As I look towards the future
I'll leave you in my past
I'll turn a blind eye towards you
And pray you do not last
You haunt me like a shadow
Spectre me as I go
A prime meridian line of faith
Starts the process slow
And if you think it constant
And with time our love will flow
Well surely your mistaken
Because man made things rot slow
So if this turns around again
And starts from head to toe
I hope you know it wasn't me
Who let our whole World go.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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