Desolate
Desolate
Wandering aimless
Through twilight city streets at night
Invisible to the outside world
Nothing really right
Looking, longing, wondering when I will see
That always bright, reflective light
The end of the tunnel
Another night of sorrows
Drown in open bottles
Fluid for the times of your life
And remedy for the tears we’ve shed
But in the end you’ll be blinded
By broken seal, on broken bottle
You will stay on the dark side of the tunnel
Never see light
Living in darkness for years of my life
I’ll continue to strive while I’m still alive
But not by my choice…
Guardian angel chose me to live this life
Desolate life, I am unsure how long I can live it
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