Oh Mercy Mercy Me....
Different story - sound same, so no one hears
The screams of her soul falls on deaf ears
A river of tears flow and they may never dry
But nobody sees her cry, she locks herself inside
Past scars of pain, bruises that may never heal
She lives of her dreams and ceases to feel
Goes through life acting like some kind of machine
And every sincere emotion is reduced to a scene
The dark is her armor
The moon her only friend
Devoid of any thought, any thought that makes sense.
Ghosts of memories and relics of hope
Is all that's left, now her heart is so cold
She holds her head above water
And strives to survive
Praying for tomorrow
Searching for peace of mind
Copyright © Morvarid Farjadi | Year Posted 2007
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