God bless this little soul
With a home, a life, a day with no full
Ferment my suns, I'll have something to hold
Or maybe I'll show them my flaw to let go
Who said that young ones would be kids
That they would lose, live life as they hid
Inside their media lives and all within
It just so happens that I just did
Forgive me for judgment and all the pre's
For thinking that there is nothing to see
I've never known you, how could I believe
That your eyes were too small to see the big dream
I'm searching for contentment for being alone
Expression is numbered when there's no one home
If lying is the moment that you were torn
Then between the seams, I ask for the morn
8/01/2009
The Moon Prevails
Written by Unknown at 10:27 PM
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