Painting Pictures, by bedazzled
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There's a moment
through the smoke
and I see you might not be
so strong.
There's a moment,
nearly choke
and I didn't know I could be
wrong.
'Cause you've been building walls for me,
painting pictures so I can see.
Something lost, something found,
only I can hear the sound;
pulses. falling. to the. ground.
Something here, something to fear,
horizon creeping near,
I. don't. want. to. disappear.
There's a whisper
in the wood
threatening the bad will take
the good.
There's a whisper
in your eyes,
confusion between truth
and lies.
'Cause you've been shining sun for me,
creating light so I can see.
Something lost, something found,
only I can hear the sound;
pulses. falling. to the. ground.
Something here, something to fear,
horizon creeping near,
I. don't. want. to. disappear.
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Posted: 2008-10-15 05:18:32 UTC |
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