I look around to see if anyone cares.
All I see is myself,
a lonely life on one's sanity wears.
Then I see the man of my dreams,
and he comes over to comfort me.
He makes my sorrow less than it seems,
by wispering in my ear; "Our love was meant to be!"
His soft words I've heard in my dreams before,
but this is far to real to be fake.
Just before my eternal love to him I swore,
the morning sun peers through my window and I awake
Pain is suffered,
Innocence is broken,
and the truth is buffered.
love is stolen,
hearts are broken,
hate has swollen,
hope seems barely a token,
It's as if all light, darkness controls,
many are the forms of sorrowed souls
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