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A Picture of Waves |
| Written by Brian W Callaghan | |
| Wednesday, 06 August 2008 | |
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There's a picture of waves lying on the floor, Occupying the space that you don't anymore, And i can't help but think back to better days, Sitting by the shore and watching those waves, And you tracing their image out in pastel, Just one of the many things you did so well,
And I'm sick, of feeling like I'll always be alone, And I'm tired, of just about everything that I know,
Well there's no life in space, there's hardly any here, And there's no help from heaven for facing these fears, I hate to admit it, but death is my friend, Time is the foe that I struggle against, And there's nothing in me that's nearly as strong, And there's no unit of time that's half as long, As I'd need to move on and find my own way, Out of this slow decay,
And I'm sick, of hearing that life isn't meant to be fair, And I'm tired, of searching for help from a god that just isn't there. Copyright 2008 Brian W Callaghan |
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