Why Does Not, This World Just Stop?, by Loneliness is condescending
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I sit here watching life pass by
To escape from this doorless room
The impossible dream, seeking light
Where are you? Why is it taking so long?
I sleep against the window
Hoping to be seen
With shallow prayers recited
In frozen fields of wait
I must be saved
But I’ll linger in this place
For someone one else to come
And set me free
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Posted: 2005-11-02 04:55:28 UTC |
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2006-09-14 04:33:04 | lost the lonely dead |
aw, nice....sweetly sad with a tinge of hope reminds me of tea somehow |