By Euphedra Aster
I'm tired of trying to change,
Of grasping at broken dreams,
I keep on hearing whispers
And I don't know what it means;
I find solace in the moonlight,
Fell the bitter cold and walk,
Maybe I should rest my feet...
Just sit down and talk.
If I can find someone, that is,
Who'll take the time to care,
And if I can find the words
That simply aren't there;
But there is none to listen
And I condemn my thoughts to red
(I can almost smell the freedom,
But only in my head).
The stars are the only
ones there to watch me fall,
(For there's no other way
for me to take it all);
And although they tell me not to give up,
My demons blow them out,
For stars, though big and bright,
Are broken by a doubt.
But I can't give up now,
With so many people around,
(Although I'm all alone
and I make no sound)
So I just give a sigh
And swallow my pain down,
For this is not the time
to give up hope and drown.
I want to change so badly,
Yet there's no encouragement;
You say you want to help
Yet your words are much too bent;
My words are where my heart is,
And nights are not for bed
(I wander and I walk;
Hear the freedom in my head).
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Walking Into Black
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