Wednesday, August 02, 2006


Here at the end of summer
I watch the days draw in
The pale light so full of questions
That I cannot move on.
Three years of sinking slowly
I can’t take another day
I would give anything
To make it go away
There’s nothing worth believing anymore
There is no place I haven’t been before
The little things that matter pass away
And leave our garden fragrant with decay
It’s just empty space inside now.
Under the barren trees,
Your absence fills the silence
And your voice still haunts my dreams
I can’t find a sense of purpose
I can’t seem to get a hold
I can’t find my peace of mind
It leaves me feeling cold

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