Monday, May 11, 2009


The brain holds its memories
The heart holds its scars
Time is an enemy
Casting you behind bars
Begging to be free
But feeling comfort in confinement
Knowing what you want
But trying to deny it
Running from the truth
Trusting in a lie
Holding onto something
That will never let you fly
Wishing to be great
But believing in your lies
When will you open your eyes
and soar
High above the skies

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