"suitcase of Dreams"
An empty day like a shallow grave...
Takes form like a dawn to a heart so scorned...
Walking away isn't far, so sad is this distant star...
Stayed through the downs, now joining the clowns...
Who I am is who I will be, your out from the blanket
and now your free..
Suitcases packed with promised dreams, another stair
for a heart that screamed...
Step lightly on this path, for our mistakes will feel the wrath..
Keep my smile tucked deep in your soul, for a cold day will
come and I'll be the coal...
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