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Ever changing, shifting slowly
Something wakes me from this dream
Nothingness overtakes me
Things aren't always as they seem.
Something calls me, shakes me, scares me
Shinging brightly far away
I walk in darkness barely breathing
Keeping all my fears at bay
Softly something takes my hand
It leads me through the darkness deep
Walking, flying through the haze
Behind my eyes begin to weep
The light it fills me, holds me up
Makes all my dreams if life come true
I wake up holding what I came for
I wake up holding you
(This is my first time contributing. It is a little weak.)
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Last edited by Daknjak; 08-29-2005 at 01:32 PM..
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