My life is broken , waiting for what shall never be. Hope is lost to my very soul, seeking what once was mine. Living a lie that there is more . When all seems lost, I search in the darkness for that, little light of hope.
Looking for the truth to my very soul , as if It was a string of trust, to be taken on the waves of time.
We are broken creatures that need something we never seem to find. Looking for what we thought we once knew.
Needing that love we never had. Broken like time in the wind . Stretching for the light of hope that we can not touch, for it has been lost to mankind. Broken like a record, screaming for what we need . Crawling through the rubble of this broken life we thought that we knew it all. But we did not know a thing.
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