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Running out of time running out of breath watching time pass by completely scared to death finally start to realize the reasons for it all you never reached your potential but now youve come to fall i see you standing at the foot of the ladder of faith and on your face i see that look of distraught and no peace you shall come to realize the meaning of it all you posess the strength required to overcome this call a call into darkness it wants a hold of you and i see you strugle as you reach the crossroads of what to do but its only in the darkness that light can shine through looking up at the stars counting them aloud trying to visualize a face of someone youve made proud i look into your eyes and scream into your heart we stand on broken ground from the earthquake that broke this world apart i guess you never found a star that you could call your own 'cause you lock your door and cry all alone unlock the door let me in this place all thats hung on the walls are pictures of shame an disgrace let me in to rip the frames apart and throw them into the fireplace that burns in your heart deep in your eyes, i see the fire that glows and yet you are so cold and alone a friends presence; something youve never known no one to give a shoulder when you cry no family or friends really care no one has loved you as time passed by so you stay behind those locked doors crying all alone but i stand at your window bidding for you to come home grant it, that you should open the window a hair i shall come in, a letter; ill be thier ill give you kind words thats what you ask ill be your key to free you from it all thats all you need is freedom from the things that tie you down... but pitty will not make a sound.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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