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though the vines by the stage that surrounds the light looking for answers by the walls that follow the every move drowning in searching though croweds must it end within the wings to fly beaneath it all the worse things that have the heart looking for her self in the waters in the mountains wishing on many stars look over her every move every beat she faces every cold shiver that run though her body as the tears that run down moments ice cold of shimmer surrounding the outside to the inside of an every lasting confused in heartach

waiting for the life to turn around sitting in or beyond four walls that surrounding the soul of mine as searching for a soul to make it right in all directions to fly like a butterfly or bee stinging a humming bird though water streams that now can jump in heaven to be free and let all damage fly somewhere eles for a change as (i) held (my) head high knowing that could the dream wait for is coming true for 8 years who knows what may happen

across the thorns that surround the garden were the shiver runs though the vines of wine that stand to the greater of things the rose that sent the earth so brighty that left a smell that would never die to feel a touch of notice or a glance in the crowed by the dust though the air as streets with dark delay or desire to feel the bite of another but left to stand without a soul or a heart to understand nothing is real then loving someone that means the world or a heart beat as the shiver run beneath the skin of mine to feel the tingle have always wanted that nothing is greater then loving a person as now as (you) slip away into nothing (my) tears run dry from all the tissue upon the bed were (you) use to lay to suffer losing it all by the untouched love ( you) gave everytime as the night alone get shattering as to say heart that now lost and now damaged

rome though the city of life cross the nation that appears so often by the look of the blue eyes that stand out from the crowed love to the fuller of nights that the cold drains the city of the heart waiting for the right one or every sight to get the words right or to feel a touch that shivers like the sun shinning though soul that crawls beaneath the heaven of the dark side of the stars hoping to see by the earth surronding the angel that stand to her survival on an every lasting star light