Living in a house of stone
Leave the packages at the door
Disconnected phone line
Still a ringing in my head
Curtains all doused in black
A bouncer refusing to let the light in
Cheerleaders in the back
With signs of motivation
Where did all the love go?
Where did all the love go for me?
Blurred faces lack expression
Bridges burning to the rivers
Living in my mind like a prison
Consciousness is the Warden
Electric windows so bright
My only excepted company
Laughing voices in my ear
Fell for the tricks again
Where did all the love go?
Where did all the love go for me?
Send a letter to him or her
Anyone one that will listen to make it easier
Send a letter to him or her
Anyone that will listen to make it easier
Where did all the love go?
Where did all the love go for me?
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The Atrium
PoesíaAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
