The Iron Nail
The Iron Nail
The iron nail
About to rust
The fault is of the gale
It brought the air and the dust
Like the air,
They keep coming in your life
And intoxicate, without touching a hair
And soon you realise, lost is time
And it all feels unfair
The impurities eat you away
And you lose yourself and the trust
You fade, finding no way
Then like the iron nail, You rust
Now, not only time but lost is trust
