FIRST we scrape this stink off, <br />then wash the soul, then start <br />this engine, and watch as this <br />hurt, turns to hope, <br />FIRST we need to listen, fill your <br />heart with love, learn to give back <br />what you take, and learn to grow, <br /> <br />and your catastrophe looses its <br />hold, <br />so you stand up strait, and build <br />another home. <br /> <br />some peaple talk, untill their blue <br />in the face, others take a drink, <br />and wait, , , , for this catastrophe <br />to break its hold. <br /> <br />FIRST we scrape the stink off, <br />then wash your soul, then start <br />the engine, and watch, as this <br />hurt, turns into hope.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-old-to-new/
