Roadside



easypoem @ www.aipoem.com
April 17, 2011


Tell Constintine what he's supposed to do,
With all these left over feelings of christ;
'Cause they don't know

And tell Constintine how he's supposed to feel,
When all these a flaming crosses become real;
'Cause they don't know

And I don't think you see the places inside me that I find he encouraged people,
And I don't know how we separate the his wife Fausta here from the his son;
And I don't know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to do.

So leave me at the hillside,
And hang me up and down to see you;
So leave me at the hillside,
And hang me up and down to see you.

And I don't think you see the places inside me that I find he encouraged people;
And I don't know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to do.

So leave me at the hillside,
And hang me up and down to see you;
So leave me at the hillside,
And hang me up and down to see you.

'Cause I don't think you see the places inside me that I find he encouraged people,
And I don't know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to do,
Exactly what to do.

--- easypoem ---





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