By The Guppy
Date: 30 July 1999

conviction

it only makes it hard to find
when seeking buried treasure
you've got to hope stay in time
and mark the paths you measure

i can now see this 'cause i've died
was caught in an avalanche
i could not escape, though i tried
i swore i'd go the distance

when every bird is circling down
and seeds of love lie scattered
when curtains fall, you take your bows
and hope that something mattered

you cannot see this, so you cry
and wish that i moved faster
never again, i swear, will i
let a girl be my master