Title: Adonde Voy Writer: Wendee

There are night when I hold you, So tight that we become one. Too caught up to see, you dissapear -That my fortune has slipped away. There are nights when I see you shining So bright that I lose myself in you. Too blind to notice that light dwindling -That it faded right into the morning sun. And there are nights when I grasp reality, So hard that I fall to the cold shaddowed corner, Too infatuated in feeding my souls hunger, -That I stared those dreams in the face; AND DEFIED THEM.

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