The heart ponders aloud when the mind’s beaten hollow
In the distance visible to the naked eye, there’s pain and suffering
The erupting pangs of guilt and the volcano of truth
The dark cloudy sky with only one death wish
When will this road end… when will this road end
Where there should have been flowers, you see only thorns
Where there should have been light, there’s only mist
Where there should have been happiness, there’s a whirlpool of morose
As the fingers click away on light, the words become dark
As the shadows fight, the darkness becomes stark
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
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