..shakin’, from the ground and it’s ground, beneath its breaking!
..there seems to be a hole, somewhere near the South Pole, it’s said to be a pity, a dumpster, where black holes take their gritty!
Bear’s the final truth, on how we all have lost our youth, to a thought that lingers soft, beneath the tissue of our love.
No better time than now, no better forever than tomorrow and the squander of our sorrow, between the waves of our heart, to the shores of our graves., we prevail in faith that..