Monday, April 20, 2009

Wider

This hole is getting wider and wider
No matter how many times shovel hits ground
Wider and wider
Loose earth piles round
But this hole is just getting wider

Tip toe on egg shells
Pray this paper thin thread
Won't break under the weight
Of this living half truth

You can't take back your words
The lies only get wider and wider
No matter how many times shovel hits ground
Wider and wider
Loose earth piles round
This hole is getting wider

Like treading thin ice
Like walking on water
It's the quicksand
But we all know it isn't that fast

You can't dig yourself out of a hole
The mess only gets wider and wider
No matter how many times shovel hits ground
Wider and wider
Loose earth piles round
This hole is getting wider

There's no climbing up the mounds
No out stretched hand to pull you out
Sound emits nothing but air from your mouth
Tears make tracks down your dirt smitten face

But there's no climbing up the mounds
No out stretched hand to pull you out
No matter how many times shovel hits ground
Loose earth piles, edges round
And this hole gets wider and wider

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