I don't know why I have to look at the
It follows me
Tries to divert me
It's going to break into
Everything around me seems unreal
It's not the way I used
Envy, greed and hate
Have left scars on me
Scars as deep
Armies of butterflies
Whirling around my head
Senses I relied on just
You wonder if you like the way
He's playing with your
She drifts away in sorrow
Her mind will leave her soon
Its
[Written by John Miles]
People in the downtown streets
Selling food and unusual things
Drinking water
I'm on my own
No time and space perceptible
Just deaf and
I leave the ashes of my brutal
Past won't fulfill my
Wandering in thoughts
I remember her calls
Her voice and whisper
Silhouettes of
Thunder from afar. Above a glaring star
The wings spring up
She stops her movements
And whispers to the trees
Secrets of her
Mother hold me. I think I need to cry
Father help
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