Redemption
by Tree· from No Regrets No Remorse
Falling across forgotten landscapes
Transcending all time and space
Well I've read from this book before but through different lips
Turned by different fingertips
I never learn the lesson until I learn the lesson too late I fold and I start again
Rise up and over and collapsing in
MY SOUL IS RECYCLABLE
Dying and rotting away
To wake up and start a brand new day
Like a bottle brought back then thrown away
My soul's in the process in the cycle of change
MY SOUL IS RECYCLABLE
I've learned these lessons before but I'll be damned
I have forgotten them
I've read from this book before