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Sep 2012
Waking up to the sound
Of my own broken heart
My biological alarm clock,
Will the ringing stop?

All of the things
That used to keep me up all night
They don't seem
To satisfy this hole
In my soul

I was walking by along
The city of Babylon
An empty place with no name streets
Where am I supposed to go?

Seeking purpose for this life
In random things along the road
A trial and error
Where every choice is wrong

Goodbye, Babylon
I'm looking for a place
Where I belong
And I won't miss you at all

Now is this heaven?
This here is a song, like most of my compositions are. This was written a few months ago on the 3rd day of April.
Lamar A Moorclark
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