Trigger

chris/ March 23, 2000

Can this sense of freedom last?
As I look into the past,
Knowing how it went before
Fear what fate may have in store

The pattern that this life must follow
It’s only pride that I must swallow
Liberate a soul from this
With sweet embrace or with a kiss

Lay down the books, pick up the keys
Serenity is just a tease
The truth behind a world of choice
I would relate, but have no voice

Within reach of great unknown
How can I ever be alone?
And liberty seems so long gone
Before I find my peace at dawn

Peace of mind, yeah, that’s the one
I guess that I won’t need this gun
Unless my mind will slip away
’cause then I’ll need my rainy day.

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