Tears

by Your My inspiration   Jul 29, 2008


A demon weeps
out in the street
wishing they were gold
he looks at her house
and wishes she were out

looking in the sunrise
he sees a new day approach
new hope, new dreams
new dissapointments
new wants, and he wishes

that shed return his smile
and put the demon within
to rest

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