Can you see me
This little homely me
Poor and lonesome
As one can be
A firestorm
Around my neck
The desert's calling
For one more wreck
Empty rooms
In empty spaces
Fading memories
Trite fading faces
Empty hearts
Desires and love
Empty blue skies
There high above
Don't want to die
Beyond a real smile
No, don't want to cry
Walking that mile
God give me happiness
To cover my weary bones
God give me some peace
After too many homes
Let me gladly wake up
With the sun on my face
Blood in all my heart
Power and grace
Open that door
I'm quite longing for
And long before daylight
Ain't be no night there anymore
HC_B - 19/11/08
[10:45 PM]
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