Why is the lake as smooth as glass?
It should be crying, on this tempest day,
I sit here waiting, by the river,
for a light, that will never come.
A bird flies past,
crying out, a song,
Please! Tell me..where you are.
Look at this hand, covered in grime and blood,
I try to clean it, but it never fades.
Tears spill..uncontrobally, from my eyes,
dropping on the ground, in a never ending void.,
I look up, at the sinless sky, and wonder, how I ever got this way.
Just give me a smile, just one, today,
Tears and unfulfulled dreams, spill out, in the atmosphere,
And we all wonder, where ever we are,
Is there, any, point in life?
This tempest it within my soul,
The heartless void inside my heart,
The hurricane of longing and despair,
Forever, never ending, here today.
I run down the tunnel for what seems like forever,
Remembering your smile, touch, and words.
You said that you would come back to me,
And soon...a day turns into weeks,
And weeks turn, into months,
Months ripple, into years,
and years, turn slowly, into centries.
I'm an angel trapped in this world of sin..
Wings ripped..and heart entwined.
This is the place..where I love you.
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