Sing Me
Sing me, sing me, sing me
a lillaby...
wipe away the hell
I live in day to day,
oblivious to love,
wretched names,
mind ....
Fly to a land far, far,
away,
from the words
that flame from you
incensed to my lonely
core,
I believe in no more,
sorrow cannot encompass
the way I feel inside
I'm sick of all the
"No I didn't" lies.
wake up, wake up,
wake up from your
self -centered dream
things can be bought
and sold, hardley ever what
they seem.
love is broken, is an
illusion,
keep on singing, singing,
singing that played out lullaby.
Copyright © Kim Porter | Year Posted 2007
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