Silently craving as they wait for this
final goodbye
Some thought the wings that they yearned
Were only meant to fly
And sometimes we believed in the truth
Sometimes we all stood for hate
Sometimes all lives depend on the one's whose
lies are written in stone
And sometimes I miss you
When the day is done and the night has come
would you still wonder when the morrow comes
about the face you've seen in an unborn crowd
perhaps a smile from a passing phrase
A knock on the door to turn your inside out
a quick reminder that you're sane
the noise in your head is so much louder now
how I wish that you could cure
Sometimes...
You know that sometimes Satan
comes as a man of peace
Sometimes
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There is a distance in this word
A revelation of moments of actual happennings
Sometimes
Secretly revealed in the eyes of the beholders
Sometimes
A rewind and recall saga of this 'being'
An almost constant look back onto something that was
and something that's lost
Sometimes
Time is so corrupt and unfair
It's always ticking away from you
Forcing you into leaving memories behind only...
Sometimes
I'm still in this head and the days are so empty as then
I long to see your sweet angel face won't you tell me again
If the lines on your face show to deep
If the man in the box puts you to sleep
If I wake up again in another time
Would you help me go back to sleep
And sometimes I miss you
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