minature
You seem to be a minature fragment of yourself
Someone that none of us can believe in
What was glorious expectation
Now has become rest in peace
The power to create was right at your fingertips
Just amazes me how fast that it has now slipped.
What was glorious expectation
Has now become rest in peace.
Can you ever find your way back to the top of the heep
Or will you find the hill is still too steep
Will you wave your plastic medallion instead of golden coins
Or will you just put them on your eyes?
