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Sight Seeing |
| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Wednesday, 12 March 2008 | |
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Sight Seeing
I met her in the rubble Her face looked untouched, like an unpopped bubble
There were birds flying overhead The toxic filled air turned their wings a painful red
She hadn't been brainwashed But unlike her my mind was somewhat lost
I asked her for help as she passed me by She just looked at me and sighed
I lost sight of her in the black sunset My hands began to tremble, my head so upset
She was the purest thing I ever laid eyes on But just like those birds she was gone
I guess the only way to join her is in flight But my wings remain nailed together, so tight Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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