Add Moss - Precious Waste

A girl looks to the skies,
as if some hope would fall.
The gentry dressed in lies,
only seem to call.
Such a - precious waste.
The stone sets in her eyes,
For those she's come to know.
And those that may despise,
Never seem to show.
Never look her way,
Never treat her right,
Never take her hand,
Lead her to the light.
Such a - precious waste.

Written by:
Austin Robinson

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