Love is on the run,
Running away to save the dying sun,
Voices will turn,
And eyes will burn,
Lonely hearts will cry to sleep,
From the world that hurt them deep;They say you can't fix what's already broken,
But I think they've been mistaken,
Cause along these lines, it's really only been me,
But that's sometimes how it's supposed to be;I'll have to stand by me,
And hopefully,
I'll see,
That faithfully,
I am one,
With a heart that's young;A hopeless sight,
Set under the moonlight,
Kept together by a broken wire,
Sometimes we have to dance in the fire;But if it's one thing we desire,
Is nothing more than each other,
The world can be a monster,
So that ain't easy by any affair,
We are nothing but strangers,
Like we were before;I'll have to stand by me,
And hopefully,
I'm still young,
And faithfully,
I die young;
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Poems: Life is Life.
PoetryJust little props (poems/songs) I've written to open the eyes. *I don't own any of the media work (art, etc)