For one small moment, all is forgiven,
forgotten, buried under the carpet...
Floating out upon the breeze
Where no one else can hear...
At what point does one become a burden?
A cross that others must bear...
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When she was an innocent girl...
No body knows what I'm holdin' inside,
I try my hardest not to run and hide...
I bang my fists against the post
while searching for a ray of hope...
To be able to talk to a listening ear,
about my loneliness...
Raindrops are falling
so are my tears...
Crumpled paper showing grease spots at the corners
scrolling through endless pages hoping to find...
Void.
bewildered defeated...
Do I have the voice
to tell you with words of lightning...
Once held dear, I dazzled brightly.
Over many hands I slowly faded...