Lost Souls
It’s time to say goodnight to morning,
And leave this room now bleak from mourning.
Lay to rest the darkness holding,
On to light where shadows are forming.
I saw the ancient windows closing
Around the pictures they were showing
While sewing suits for lonely brides
They were dying themselves on the inside
Take my hand and ill take your heart
Hope we’ll never be apart
Again, we lose control and we lost our way
Watching people telling us what to do or say
I asked you to catch my breath
But instead you stayed in bed and caught your death
So I went out and grabbed the moon
He said he’d tell you that I will see you soon
Keeping close to broken glass
Finding a reflection in everything they pass
Held so tight it bled right through
Staining everything a shade of murky blue
You were a fool when you spoke your mind
You weren’t smart when you spoke your heart each time
But you looked at them with penetrating lies
Burning holes in the center of their eyes
But you put on a face and walk into crowded rooms
Where everybody is wearing the face of gloom
Make them live in memory
Turn them into emery.
But what’s the use of living a past life
If it allows you to re live the same old strife
Moving up from caste to caste
That’s the harm of living in the past
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