Shackles
Wed, 4 Apr 2007 at 03:57pm
untitled
7-30-06
When you’re gone, I feel alone
Forced to call this place a home
It has to get worse before it gets better
All my hope drains as my eyes become wetter
Horrible people reside in this place
Four-letter words from that hole in their face
I can barely recall all those “happy old times”
Their words overshadow those thoughts in my mind
I pray for a savior who’s holding the key
To someday unlock these shackles on me
They say I’m a kid who just dreams of big things
But someday they’ll see I can grow my own wings.
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this is really cool. except, uh, 'All my hope drains as my eyes become wetter'. Might want to rethink that line. (constructive, I hope)