Come Home, by moondaisy Subscribe to rss feed for moondaisy

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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