...Please come here, I think I'm falling, holding onto all that I think is safe. It seems I found the road to nowhere, and I'm trying to escape! I yelled back when I heard thunder, but I'm down to one last breath, and with it let me say...Hold me now, I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking, maybe six feet ain't so far down.
..........From the "Weathered" Album by Creed.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
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