Paul Begadon Poetry

Take it slow
Dont go so fast,
The clock stands still
Here comes the crash.
Hell for leather
Through the wall,
Does it feel better
When you fall?

Makin tracks now
Were making shapes.
Sinking fast now
Your making waves.
Reaching through
The great divide,
Hold on to me
Because nows not the time.

When all these things
Are getting on top of you,
Dont think that your alone
Because il be there too.
And right before the end
You will see my face.
And il be the one to catch you
When you fall from grace.

On the road now
Were on the mend.
Standing tall
We'll face the end.

Poet: Paul Begadon