Blast
The best days may have already passed, nice guys usually end
up finishing last
Sitting home making plans for days that come and go while
everyone’s having a blast
He could throw in the towel, but he’s done that before, so
many piled up you can’t see the floor
One day the mold will crack, bright sky instead of black and
he won’t be alone again anymore
Keep quiet, think about that as you release the steam,
poured in with the rest but you rise up like cream
To the top with that angel in tow, just like you see when
you go to bed at night and dream
Don’t let anyone tell you it’s too late the die is cast, these
years in our lives it’s true fly by so fast
But love in the end we will laugh, dance, and embrace each
day of our lives together having a blast
Blast away those tears
Blast away your fears
Blast the distance
Blast the resistance
Hold me tight, every night
Blast
Tim Windisch
04/30/2023
