Come Home, by moondaisy
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Steer me in the wright direction,
Somebody help me,
Show me prediction.
Too much to juggle all on one plate,
And I cant.
Dreams and believes,
Vanished,
Like a shooting star.
Some people are right,
Others don't know who we are.
Sometime I am afraid to dream,
The silence it scares me,
I can not breath.
But don't turn off the light,
You'll damage my thoughts.
Wrapped in the darkness of long ago,
I long for you to come home. |
Posted: 2011-02-26 22:24:34 UTC |
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