Prolly

Rarity
Care and bleed
Exuming charity

Haven't a clue
What did you do
Captain of ship
Lost your whole crew

The folly of youth
prolly knocked some screws loose
We do know it all
until we hit a wall

The median range
The medium same
The needy and sane
The greedy hands blame

A real hero
is up to his nose
He walks through a door
that no one can close

Who do you think you are
if not a shining star
The ladders that you climb
is the top where you will shine

Rarity
Care and bleed
Exuming charity
I want to want
A place to haunt
That I can die in
Take life on the chin

Half of the truth
is what you can do
The other half dares you to ask

Kneeling low
so you can be close
Walk through the horrors
that do keep you froze

Will you move past the bars
Placed on from your scars
Rather you can find
the right ladder to climb

The median range
The medium same
The needy and sane
The greedy hands blame



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Patrick Powell
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