Friday, April 22, 2011

A few lines...

Here I stand on the edge of time
Longing to find where I belong
Choices flood my eyes
Confusion rushes my mind
Will your arms be there to catch me when I fall?

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When did our words become so empty
Holding in our questions of all the doubt
I thought we had this figured out
Here we stand on ground that feels so faulty
Falsely we've been accused
Was it simply for you to be amused

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