Monday, August 17, 2015

Cries on the Wind

Reaching out,
How things look different
on the way down
Disillusioned,
I've lost desire
Will I burn
in the unforgiving fire?

From the flames
I walk away
I've found a way
to erase the pain
An empty bottle,
my receptacle
A guardian angel
called escape

Don't dwell
on the forthcoming,
'cause I know
it won't be happening
You know
when I'm gone,
you'll hear my cries
on the wind...

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