Water drops, morning breeze
Is it autumn, winter or spring...
I close my eyes and I still can see
The shape of air, the flow of a smell
I am too deep inside, that I feel so out
Laying on this bed, floating over a hill
I'm here, I'm there, not sure even where
Every morning is a start going nowhere
They are coming, they are leaving
I see them while they're not there
A sound increasing behind my brain
The touch of an angel holding my hand
A voice wakes me from this dream
"Open your eyes, you are still here
This is nowhere, but look around...
You're lonely but never been alone"
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 7:28 PM UTC
Water drops, morning breeze
Is it autumn, winter or spring...
I close my eyes and I still can see
The shape of air, the flow of a smell
I am too deep inside, that I feel so out
Laying on this bed, floating over a hill
I'm here, I'm there, not sure even where
Every morning is a start going nowhere
They are coming, they are leaving
I see them while they're not there
A sound increasing behind my brain
The touch of an angel holding my hand
A voice wakes me from this dream
"Open your eyes, you are still here
This is nowhere, but look around...
You're lonely but never been alone"
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