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Dec 2013
While I'm here
While I can see
With the world surrounding
Me as I'm **free


The weight
Is becoming too much
The air
Is becoming too thin
As I stare
It's your face I see
Growing
Growing in me

Climbing
Forever climbing
'Till we get to the top
I can feel
All the brids in the air
And it's getting
It's getting too much

Dramtic as it is
It's still not enough
Look at me
Stare at me
Tell me I'm dead

YOU CAN'T SEE WHAT I SEE
YOU CAN'T FEEL WHAT'S INSIDE
YOU CAN TRY TO SAVE ME
BUT YOU'LL NEVER SUCCEED


Don't
Don't open the door
On the other side
Is more than you bargained for
Just leave me
Alone in this field
This entire melencholy
Is the next harvest's yield

JUST GO
Leave me alone
But please leave the door
Slightly ajar
Although the darkness is welcoming
All though it's embrace is tight
I still need the comfort
Of soft morning's light
Joey McNamara
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Joey McNamara  York
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