Our hearts have become a routine, by Loneliness is condescending |
Peace and love a home of hope the shadow becomes misplaced fleeing to the corners seeking darkness light dragging in the weak Words adding strength to a growing power the suffering long forgotten And with thankful souls they depart They grab the shadows as they leave (working on it ) |
Posted: 2005-11-24 00:17:17 UTC |
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2006-01-08 06:36:26 | lost the lonely dead |
reminds me of stuff |