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Empty Pockets full of Dreams

Submitted:Feb 16, 2010    Reads: 73    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Days of anguish
days of pains
Your burning bush
wet from the rains
left only few & little flames

So lonely and alone
I'm at home but far away from home

Who's to blame
well I blame you
cause I reached out
sometimes quiet
sometimes loud

Some signs from you
or was it just imagination
those signs are still there
or did I leave just at the wrong station

I chose this path
I knew the pain
it needs no math
maybe you feel the same
and just know more
just went through another door
that's still closed to me
so soon I'll be free

and then the rains
turn from water into wine
or better gasoline
so the bush will burn again

and so our love
in this life
like all those
lives before
& days, pains & time
won't count no more


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