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A Cloud

I'm staring at shattered glass
Wondering when this pain will pass
The fights will stop, the fires will cease
And my sould can finally come to ease

I'm staring at a taken life
stalked by a reaper, stolen by a knife
And as the world slowly dims away
It feels theres nothing to do but pray

But when the night sinks,
I start off with a blink
and wipe the tears
To embrace a cheer

Ready for light
i look towards the clouds
And see your face
and smile.

It's not just the clouds
you've taken my mind
And became a part of it
I see you nearly everywhere
The clouds, the ocean, the flowers
And i wouldn't have it any other way

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  1. ForsakenRealityJanuary 23, 2009 at 7:15 PM

    I like this one the best but I feel as it loses it's felling as it progresses.

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