My Wandering Days are Over
The quiet kid in the backmost seat
He speaks his mind, he voices all
We are underneath his thrall
My wandering days are over.
It's not an act of supreme will
He hasn't broken down the walls
The storm has passed
My wandering days are over.
Friday, October 28, 2005
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