this loving home;
gone cold with silence;
it used to be warm;
no strength for my violence;
i'm alone but surrounded by the swarm.
life ripped out my heart;
and i stand with those i love;
all i'm allowed to see is dark;
my friends who help, away i shove;
do you hear the sweet song of the nitingale;
to me it sounds like my tears and my wail.
i stand with lonely thoughts in mind;
they are familiar to me they're no stranger;
my happiness would be one of a kind;
can't you see my soul is in danger?
my heart i can't find..........
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