But I don't make you lonely
Within
You take what is yours,
And I will take what is mine,
The rules are convicting,
As the conflict keeps us still,
There is a "why",
But we have no face to see the truth,
And so we dance within the trenches,
Of our loss,
Trying to make joy
From the ground to our hands,
On and on, it drags,
We stare at a door,
That neither one of us will enter,
And yet, that is all that makes us, common,
Do we have our hearts?,
The pieces we gave?,
Will we ever know?,
But one thing is for sure, and that is,
Finally, we told the truth about ourselves,
Through every single word we said,
In these silent hours,
So many "if's" resonate through between these souls,
To hide the fact that we yearn a precious touch,
Either forever or one last time, just for memory,
Just for "old time's sake",
Nobody wants to stay,
And no one will ever leave,
So lost in the war,
So lost in the times,
But these are the chains you made,
I'll guess we'll all move on,
Yes, we all must move on,
But these are the changes you made,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2008-04-13 at 15:44
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