Captive, by Truly Waiting for Hope
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Words spoken, while lips shake truth
between the lines I see the proof
Within the walls of my outspoken mind
I can't seem to grasp them, I can't find the time
I see the colors of my life pass by
and wonder why I didn't care or try
I sit and wait for the day to end
when I should be waiting for it to begin
At last I feel what it is I need
All I ever wanted was to be free |
Posted: 2011-03-14 13:48:21 UTC |
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