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Last night my world was right, This morning I woke up . must be dawn?"
Any difference , weakness , like a river Runnin' through me
I try to talk , but I don't, inside of me there are words, how much, the words may
forever stay locked inside.
Must move from asking, I would like to stay a secret, like walking in the dark
endlessly. Crept on my face, closed my eyes, reached, slipping away there is a
hole, which I find myself constantly walking around in.
Move from asking God to take care of me, to praying about things that he has...Still
Sadness flies on the wings, Sadness flies on the wings of morning, the darkness
comes to light."
