I was talking to a homeless man
it ain’t no crime watching him die
i cut a few flowers near his tears
and offered my soul

is it right?

I was out on the streets
I don’t understand cause
it ain’t no crime

Souls come together tonight

He said, “I need direction.”
I said, maybe you’ll get it right
next time

I was a liar and even an angel
drank life and my wine
i hear the streets and don’t understand

Get it right next time

Your angels sing, “recognize the signs
next time”

I was such a liar and cheat.  Says the
soul dying and wishing another chance.

I  choose the brew and make my mistakes
and found a mountain i can take ~~
stay awake and put truth

Inside your throat.  No matter how much
it hurts devour the truth.

Get it right next time.

:: 03.09.2023 ::

About EPRobles

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