to gaze into space is to never lose face the millions of miles beyond is the ground never found from here to there we go around the craft the speed of sound to be there is homeward bound
Thursday, 1 December 2016
choice of your master
well who might be the boss your father or the clowns ring toss who has the final say your boss or another day to say who is your master is to run a mile faster to say you belong to me the verse you long to see
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