Over

by an endless sky   Nov 17, 2005


I am turning
I am burning

I can not hold
I can be sold

I feel the pain
I see the rain

Wish I could fold
Wish I was cold

Lying in the field
Hoping to be killed

Getting out of waste
For there is no taste

I have to run
I have to be fun

Why can't I fly
Why can't I spy

I am turning
I am burning

I can shade fears
I can shade tears

You must now see
I have tried to flee

I give not light
I can only fight

Please here the fear
Please here the snare

Can you listen to sound
Can you here it go around

I am dieing
I am trying

I am over
I am over

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