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Description
This is one of the newest ones i've done.
Stuck inside a memory
The only breath I get
Is when I’m looking
At the lines in the road
Going some place from home
When I’m home
All I see
Is an empty space between
Where I left my soul
To survive
And often I forget
That I’m here
Breathing and being
So is this what they call
Living…
In-between of dreams
Laughter only brings me
More memories
Of when time buried
All the voices of the past
When I look, around
I see the faces
And the places
I use to know
But they are not the same
Here I stand
Behind this glass
I see them looking
I can see them speaking
But I hear not a word
Not even a sound
Let me hear the voice
Let me hear the voice
Let me hear the voices
Let me hear the call
Let me hear the call
Let me be true
Let me hear the voice
Let me hear the voice
Let me be true
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