Just About Gone
Sittin' in the shadows, waitin' for the dawn.
Looking for a glimpse of hope to help you carry on.
Unspoken words, unanswered calls.
Empty souls in empty rooms bouncing off the walls.
Winters chill has made you ill, just sittin' there just sittin' still.
Spring fever's the only cure in a drop of rain that falls so pure.
Solemn silence, lonely peace.
The destiny of a sacred heart that don't know how to cease.
The day after tomorrow is calling out your name.
But yesterday just wont let you get back in the game.
The ennui swells in your eye and causes you to yawn.
As the writing on the wall says your just about gone.
Muted sentiment within a hallowed grave.
Never to be heard by those that it could save.
Omni present knowledge that's never to be shared.
Leaves the solemn soul to wonder if anybody cared.
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