Stylistics Pieces
Foolish pride can reap destruction
I feel its darts to the mind
I let my pride stand in between us
Never knowing that I had built
A wall protecting a need inside
Me
I was a fool thinking only of me
Not seeing nothing more than my
Precious pride and ego
Now all the left for me
Pieces of a photograph
I tore in half
Pieces of love
Pieces of the past!
Pieces of a photograph
I tore in half
Pieces of love
Pieces of the past!
Time is made with face a shadow
And like a thief in the night
It comes to call slowly creeping
It disappears in the light
But I wont ever break that the chain around me
I'll find a way to shine off the things that bind me
Memories still spinning their webs upon me
But now I'm left alone
Pieces of a photograph
I tore in half
Pieces of love
Pieces of the past!
Pieces of a photograph
I tore in half
Pieces of love
Pieces of the past!
