NOWHERE TO BE FOUND
It's hard to feel precious when noone's around.
It's hard to be content when you're lost and not found.
It's hard to keep fighting when you're all alone.
It's hard to go on breathing inside this moan.
I'm confused and nowhere to be found.
I scratch my nails against the stone-ground.
I looked everywhere for you,
but you have gone ahead too!
Where are the heavens we were promised to find?
The paradise that awaits the human kind?
Where's the mercy that I longed for so?
Are the heavens not for me? My Lord, oh no!
Human kind awaits paradise for sure.
But paradise ain't waiting on the other side of the door!
I scratch my nails against the stonecold ground.
I'm confused and nowhere to be found.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-12-03 at 18:04
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