Everyday Experience
To that of which runs my life
to that of which it runs
I need a place of comfort
where nothings come undone
Can you take these falling pieces
a puzzle of my life
And build yourself my portrait God?
were everything fits so nice
Sing to me oh angels
sing to me through these times
Lift me up with your voice
shut the door on these thoughts of mine
Forever will I be a prisoner?
a prisoner of the pain
Were nothing makes sense to me
were nothings quite the same
This wall is getting stronger
and I am growing weak
Break the barrier down
To where I can simply speak
I wish to tell you all the tale
of this life that’s split in two
The sun it shines, the moon is lit
which one to which I choose
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