Holding on to something
Something I know's real
Holding on for dear life
Cause I don't wanna die
Everybody's laughing
Saying I'm the fool
Pointing their sharp fingers
I'm watching as they drool
They keep licking on their lips
Like its dinner time
Living off of scraps
Like its the only way to dine
The sand it keeps slipping
Sliding through the glass
Because their up on top
They cant see how much time's past
I'll take my daily knocking
That's quite alright with me
The finish line is drawing close
And I will soon be set free
by
Michael
Smith
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