The Sorrow You Long To Be!
There are things I cannot say.
Minds that cannot pray.
We lost the truths we once held dear.
We bow our heads and shed a tear.
I know the sorrow you long to be.
It makes you certain, it sets you free.
Spread your wings and go on home.
It's time to end this riot roam.
Do you recognize the fear in me?
Am I all the things you long to be?
My name is water, fire and dirt,
and the blowing winds of comfort.
Come with me, we'll find a place,
where dreams come true, a lucid space.
We become the sorrows we long to be.
It's the sorrows that will set you free.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-09-30 at 23:54
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