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The Bold and the Brave Vs. the Brave and the Bold.
I guess I should be pleased with our progress,
but baby, it's just not me.
Like dry skin in an old cast,
i'm itching to be seen.
Maybe miners were right all along;
and there's gold in the hills,
and we can find a peace hidden
inside a dark tomb,
though it seems the rocks
will give us no room.
So we will hack away,
at our chains, at the hills
trapped in the shadow of hearts
the faint smell of daffodils
fills her womb.
Another mother.
There is none other.
They should have never let her.
write that letter;
all was told
about the brave and the bold,
But the bold and the brave
traded their souls and gave
their love to the grave.
And as you can see,
we are neither you nor me,
but back at the beginning.
I should be pleased with our progress,
but baby,
we will just start over anyway.
