It's just the memories
Its the memories
I tell the doctor
in my head
the source of pain
that leads me to the dead
Its my reverberating Whys
my need to know
that won't let me go
Relax, believe, behave
they all are a remedy
none offer love
my true malady
Lord, lord, lord
one day I'll see
my reason to be
and quell all that quakes
within me
my incessant quest
sometimes in jest
I've got to understand
what fuels evils of man
not that I'd stand apart
or that I would join
in the least I'd gain
a choice
add my voice
then die for cause
my own or another -
Roxane September 21, 2008
I tell the doctor
in my head
the source of pain
that leads me to the dead
Its my reverberating Whys
my need to know
that won't let me go
Relax, believe, behave
they all are a remedy
none offer love
my true malady
Lord, lord, lord
one day I'll see
my reason to be
and quell all that quakes
within me
my incessant quest
sometimes in jest
I've got to understand
what fuels evils of man
not that I'd stand apart
or that I would join
in the least I'd gain
a choice
add my voice
then die for cause
my own or another -
Roxane September 21, 2008
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