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Poetry written by Pete Morton
The beginning is now and will always be.
You say you lost your chance then fate brought you defeat.
But that means nothing, you look so sad.
You've been listening to those who say you've missed your chance.
There's another train, there always is.
Maybe the next, one is yours,
get up and climb aboard another train.
You feel your down, but there's no such thing.
Although your standing on your own, your own breath is king.
The beginning is now, don't turn around.
For regrets of bad mistakes, will only drain you.
We crawl in the dark sometimes, we think too much.
We fill our heads with the craziest things that only break our hearts.
I know you've seen what this earth can do.
When it's dragging down another load of us who think we are of no use.
We know it's hard, we can feel confused.
We can crown ourselves with it all until we feel we cannot move.
Building worlds that don't exist.
Imagination sometimes plays the worst tricks.
Poetry written by Pete Morton
The beginning is now and will always be.
You say you lost your chance then fate brought you defeat.
But that means nothing, you look so sad.
You've been listening to those who say you've missed your chance.
There's another train, there always is.
Maybe the next, one is yours,
get up and climb aboard another train.
You feel your down, but there's no such thing.
Although your standing on your own, your own breath is king.
The beginning is now, don't turn around.
For regrets of bad mistakes, will only drain you.
We crawl in the dark sometimes, we think too much.
We fill our heads with the craziest things that only break our hearts.
I know you've seen what this earth can do.
When it's dragging down another load of us who think we are of no use.
We know it's hard, we can feel confused.
We can crown ourselves with it all until we feel we cannot move.
Building worlds that don't exist.
Imagination sometimes plays the worst tricks.
