but never really alone.
Everyday keeps me
a little closer to home
When I walk,
I am forever seeking
a gentle voice of hope
But all I hear is my own demons speaking
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that I make up in my head
They keep me from feeling
like I'm better-off-dead
But I never,
really feel the full ache
I won't let it get that far
I'll simply bend before I break
Whatever will keep me,
from feeling the pain
Is so much easier
than changing the game
On my walks,
I come to find
that I see more than before
And I'm no longer blind
What I need to feel,
eventually finds a way through
to my broken heart
An attempt to make it new
I can fight it,
or give in to the hurt
Walk down my path
or put my face in the dirt
Into the dark
I fear what may come
But how much longer
can
I stay numb
The truth is upon me
Showing me the way
To my own salvation
and hope for today
The moon of yesterday
is aglow on the snow
While the sun of tomorrow
Lies somewhere I can't go
Yet...
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