Wednesday, March 23, 2005

On the way home

Never stopped,
Never waited for me,
Never looked behind,
Where I was laying on the floor waiting to be,
Just walked around and made fun of me…

You were all I always needed to breathe,
Thought you had all those things that I always wanted to be,
Thought you’d give me your hand and lift me up, higher than a cloud can be,
I see that there's more than my blinded eyes can meet,

Now I’m on my way back to where I started,
I got nothing but dirty shoes,
And empty pockets that once were filled with dreams...


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