Looking up to the sky, reaching for something
Something so far away
You see it and want it
It’s there, out in the open
Listen to the sounds reaching for you
You catch a sigh tugging at your ear
Caressed softly, touched like never touched before
Before was fake, not real but deception
Illusions, conclusions, fantasy
Fantasy is born from hope
Only the real live free of the delusions of others
Free souls walk the earth free of sin
My feet burn from a road long traveled
Traveled through Hell’s smouldering path
Cursed with desires blessed with dreams
Dreams of tomorrow
Looking up to the sky, reaching for something
Something breaking through the grey wall above
A sliver of light cuts through the fog like a sharp knife
A knife slices the grey sky, letting life come in once more
Walker
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
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