Tired Times
By bitterhalo
Dreamt of a time where walls were sewn to bodies Left the light on in the hallway to see where i was going The times i died, the times i cried, the times you sighed... Sleep with your hope held tight Time will only tell Why you were left here all alone... The future holds no bounds... You crept up the sidewalk with your head held low The sun knew no words to speak... it's the crash, it's the cry, it's the will to survive... I slept with the hope you gave me I left open the door to let you in Time will tell who you really are but for now i'll... Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 12:54 PM PST 20 • 0 • 10
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