Inside
Hey...that's my back man
Get off it-
I've listened,I've heard a lot,felt guilty
guilty for love I could never authenticate
Perhaps we aren't as our mirror would show
Hey...those words,hold them
there's a guilt somewhere
I hear I am child
Hear what I can do,Hear what I haven't done
I even hear talk of "potential"
Hear I'm 16,Hear you're not
doesn't matter anymore
I have a box I use to keep them all away
I've created a world here,here in my soul and mind
the oceans are of singing voices
the days are cold and blue like the steels of which my cerebral nation was built
Here I am the ghost...the welcomed one,highway traveler
Here I dream of untouched Parisian nights and of peaceful Arabian dawns
Here I am Ghost
Peaceful silence...Seperation
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2009
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