In the Middle
a piece of me has left behind
an agony I've yet to find
however I have crossed the red line
I am caught in the middle
once in a field of lilacs
a summer day had passed
a shattered dream a tempered mind the rain beneath was cras
she had said her goodbyes with darkened eyes her memories of woes would pass by fast
until anger showed his soul
caught in the middle
while I played my fiddle of love true with wings
he sang out screams of angered dreams and now he sings in battle
I'm caught in the middle
of hurt and pain I offer my peace
you come with me I will take you too my sea
of freedom wish and me
caught in the middle
we go far away from lifes real misery
Copyright © Dana Means | Year Posted 2008
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