someozone

and you gotta fine place to slip to
when you're feeling down
have you had a week or two
just to get your troubles down
found a lot of life and laughter
with a grandfather in the bowery
she had a body of sixteen or seventeen
she had a mind of forty

I left her on a cold day
in a city far away

with the worlds about zero
and I saw her once
into her soul
she's gonna call me hero

then like a walk in the rain or the lane
i found a lot of death that day
with the grandfather in the bowery
cause i loved her like the world

she had a halo of gold
told me stories of her life and the courage was sublime
cause you're mine
i walk the line
cause you're mine
i walk the line

-beck 'halo of gold'

beck has written my journal entry. I am too busy reading Durkheim.

-j