Deep in silence the shadows weir crying.
The heart was dieing but the mind keep’s
on trying. the thoughts of many is what pass's the time.
them hands that guide and glide us through them restless night's.
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walking down the street no were.
A long a road that Leeds to nothing. Up a path
That has no meaning and in to the light that time will tell.
People come and go everyday and the past is created
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