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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I lay upon a stranger's bed The mattress hard and sharp There is no comfort here tonight My fear plays with the dread My mind is frail; my thoughts are pale I'd like to nail them down My heart is pounding, time is gone I feel my slow, slow breath I wish I had the dreams of old I wish I had the will to turn I wish I had the hopes I held As I lay upon this bed of cold I wish I could embrace those hopes As they twist and pace and burn I wish I could remember them I wish I heard their sweet, sweet songs I'd hold their frozen hands in mine I'd carry them along Yeah, I'd carry them along I'd kiss that frozen child of mine And carry him along I have regrets, but none so hard As when I saw the light turn dark As when I heard the lock again When with his magic, brilliant pen The doctor signed me in again Sometimes fate is not so kind It puts us back in time It pulls us hard against ourselves Like a siren in the rain Like a muted siren fading In the black, coughing rain Now I feel the hand of time It grips my mind, turns out the light The room spins round with colors white To stay awake you have to fight They'll come for you if you don't fight I lay upon this stranger’s bed I lay without a plan Perhaps I’ll find that I am me Perhaps I’ll find that I can’t be Perhaps I’ll never give a damn Perhaps again the door will slam There is no comfort here tonight The room spins round; where is the light I feel the creeping ice of night Lay on my soul with fingers white My breath is slow, my thoughts are frail My heart is weak, my muscles fail The siren fades into the night And leaves another kind of light
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