Once again my soul is on the pavement, once again it is lain without a home.
Clouds have engulfed the sky, yet it's too calm to be really sad.
The sacred castle I'd built out of the pieces of my dreams is demolished for one more time... I know how to glue them with hope, yet it's getting harder and harder with each time...
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I collect the crumbs of my dreams, I do treasure them.
The hope comes to me wearing your face. - My glue for shattered lullabies and smiles, for my broken shelter, for my torn wings...
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Why do you do this to me... every time?..
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Maybe I do deserve these pieces of hell time after time?
Yet I feel like changing the words of the famous song: "Too much hell will kill you... anytime..."
09.14.09
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