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Promised Land
Watching the sand fall,
listening for the knock
upon my door,
and waiting...
for Promised Land.
Standing neck deep in life,
my ring of brass
lay rusting on the floor.
Is this all ?,
because it¹s not what I expected.
Somewhere along the way
friends I once held close
fled the fast lane.
I didn¹t notice,
I just had to make it.
Head down, nose to the grindstone;
the kiss of life
place on my brow
somehow slid to the ground
and lies buried six feet under.
Preaching from the floor again
the same old sad song,
³Bartender... bring another drink for their favorite son.²
Where did it all go wrong ?
What¹s the use in even holding on ?
Here¹s to love, hate ... and promises.
Almost called it today.
Turned to face ³The Void²
numb with the suffering
and the question,
³Why am I ... ?²
So many times I¹ve
tried and failed to
gather my courage, reach again for that nail.
Life¹s been like
dragging feet through sand,
and never finding ... Promised Land.
Preaching from the floor again
the same old sad song,
³Bartender ... bring another drink for their favorite son.²
Where did it all go wrong ?
I feel like I¹m dying.
Here¹s to love, to hate,
to promises and Promised Land lies.
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