misaacs72

Second Chances.

When history repeats its self there tends to be a lesson
But what is a lesson, if there are no answers to these questions
Where do I stand, what can I do, tell me before I fall
Tell me where is the resolve, if you do not want none at all
Pleading turns to begging as I express my desire
To put out all of your hearts fires
Am I as evil as you say? Am I as good as I think?
In the midst of this tsumani do you want us to sink?
I want us to float, make it to the coast
An island that is you and I, nobody else knows
Will you trust me enough to risk this voyage? I promise I will not lead you a stray
Just give me a chance to show you I mean what I say