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Feb 2016
What good does knowing do
When ghosts come prowling after you
When ears are doors without a key
And blind eyes think that they can see

It's like standing all alone
Sitting on an empty throne
An hour turns into a year
And moments slip past you in fear

Empty bottles tell the tale
Of demons trying to set sail
And when your soul is wearing thin
They'll come around and push you in

Now you've fallen on your knee
Begging for Someone to see
That you still have lights inside your eye
And you know some things never die
That some things just keep living on
After all the pain is gone
That Love is not the same as lust
And human flesh will turn to dust
And knowing will not be so rough
When the ghosts have had enough
And now as you let yourself go
You know something they don't know:
Allowing yourself to be drowned
Is the only way of being found
Breath is just a tiny part
Of living lost inside a Heart

It's like floating on a cloud
Looking back down at the crowd
You know you can't help them now
They never tried to learn how
To open up their hearts and fly
All they know is how to die

And living is a dangling noose
When hope is low and faith is loose
When ears are doors without a key
And blind eyes think that they can see
But Love is not the same as lust
And human flesh will turn to dust
But some things will keep living on,
After all the pain is gone
Silverthorn
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