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Now it would seem
That all of this was nothing more
Than a childish, foolish dream
And as I sit and wait
For the morning to come,
I can feel the demons anticipate
They wait for me to run
To run from all my fears
And look for shelter in the morning sun
When I am most at home
And clear of mind
They will take my by the throat
And will not let go
Till I am on the ground
Screaming for forgiveness
And still the light wont come
And now I’m crying
And they are laughing
And all is fading
From the sun
 Concrete Angel Wings · Wed Jan 10, 2007 @ 09:11pm · 2 Comments |
