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Should I seek for the place of understanding? Or do I remain in this place of the unknown? Should I walk the walk to shed some light? Or do I presume this light bulb has blown? How do I go back to the beginning? When the end was so unexpected? I need the answers to my quest, So I no longer feel dejected. I try so hard to make sense of it all? As I lay awake although the night, But the message is clear, as I shed a tear, So I have to turn off the light. But then I feel there’s been no closure, So I turn the light back on, I gaze out the nightly window, And I ask why this all went wrong? How can I mend this hole in my heart? When it’s been left with no needle and thread, How can this be, why did you do this to me? Words that were spoken; without being said.
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Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 1:30 AM UTC
Translucent understanding
Should I seek for the place of understanding? Or do I remain in this place of the unknown? Should I walk the walk to shed some light? Or do I presume this light bulb has blown? How do I go back to the beginning? When the end was so unexpected? I need the answers to my quest, So I no longer feel dejected. I try so hard to make sense of it all? As I lay awake although the night, But the message is clear, as I shed a tear, So I have to turn off the light. But then I feel there’s been no closure, So I turn the light back on, I gaze out the nightly window, And I ask why this all went wrong? How can I mend this hole in my heart? When it’s been left with no needle and thread, How can this be, why did you do this to me? Words that were spoken; without being said.
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marion-forrest
English
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 1:30 AM UTC
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