Standing face to face, Enemies at war we build defences, And secret hiding places...
More than angry words I hate this silence, It's getting so loud, Well I want to scream, But bitterness has silenced these emotions, It's getting hard to breathe....
I'm willing to do anything, To calm the storm in my heart. I've never been the praying kind, But lately I've been down upon my knees. Not looking for a miracle, Just a reason to believe....
Now we don't live we exist, We just run through our lives; So alone....
Ruminations of an 'artist' of 'sorts'
Monday, June 22, 2009
Hold Me?
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