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  • Writer's pictureMartin Wardley
    • Mar 10, 2021
    • 1 min read

Make this Count

You’re just about the only person I’ve ever talked to

About these things that are holding me down

You’ve witnessed all the furniture and walls that I walk through

To take me just as far as I can get from this crowd


I’ve been crawling through the days

Bound down by disarray

I won’t be shamed or damned

I’ll make this count, again


The rhythm and the rhyme of this climb that I dance to

Beats low to stir the soul

And everything I do I still continue to thank you

For stretching out a smile to break my fall


I’ve been crawling through the days

Bound down by disarray

I won’t be shamed or damned

I’ll make this count, again


Silence hides a futile truth

Behind the lies that fracture me and you

Resolve to solve this mystery

Face it, I won’t, slide into repeat


I’ve been crawling through the days

Bound down by disarray

I won’t be shamed or damned

I’ll make this count, again



10th March 2021

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