steve
"In My Head"
The wind blows gently through the trees, as I stare up at the moon...
While the leaves are all dancing in the moon light, that looks like a big white ballon,
I sit here with thoughts of you in my head, stuck in the same lucid dream...
Hoping and praying someday I'll get through, in a life that is not what it seems,
It's a heart breaking tragedy, the one that I love, is stuck in a preconceived hell...
Effectively closing any doors that I've opened, ensuring my chances to fail,
How do I reach you before it's too late, as the hour glass sand runs out...
How do I show you what we stand to lose, if I can't make you let go of doubt,
Please give me a chance I'll give all that I have, to save us from dying alone...
Let go of the doubt to what lies ahead, we could find what we've never known.
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