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2008-01-22 | |
I wish this ladder stood so high
Just high enough to reach your world,
Cause in my own...Iâ€™m just a lie
And to nobody Iâ€™ve been told.
Iâ€™ve traded smiles for a dream,
And held back every single tear
The crying of the unforeseen
Still whispers softly to my earâ€¦
That unaware of this enclosure,
I started running for that dream,
I ran until I met the wall,
And saw the fool that I have been.
Sometimes a smile breaks outside
Wearing its burden rather shy,
Not knowing what it should be like
It crawls back in and starts to cry.
How can I reach the other side?
When there is nothing else but this?
Just being stuck on the inside,
With far too many things to miss.
And once you taste the thrill it gives,
Both peace and rest become forbidden
Through lost and restless eyes it lives,
Letting you know that youâ€™ve been bitten.
At first it doesnâ€™t seem like chaos,
It is more like a thread of life
Until it suddenly gets cold,
And stabs you blindly with a knife.
And then you frightened feel the ground,
Running so fast under your feetâ€¦
Unleash your hate upon the sound
That lighted fire in the pit.
The pit you hold as only shelter,
From what keeps lurking on outsideâ€¦
A face, a look able to plunder
Your bit of sanity and pride.
There is no smoke without a fire,
Like thereâ€™s no chaos without peace,
Too many dreams of one desire
Have merged together into this.
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