Rules
A shooting star rips through the dark sky,
Tears my heart in two,
And closes my eyes...
A scene is drawn out in my mind,
The things I must do,
And what I should find...
An empty page lies before me,
The rules aren't written,
And I am lonely...
A single moment ruins it all,
The walls cave in,
And crumble and fall...
Now I know what I must do,
I must not hold back,
And find a way through...
As for now, I need no sign,
To show me the path,
And keep me in line...
I can play by my own rules,
Guide myself;
I need no tools...
A heart, a soul, a mind, a song,
Is all I need,
And I belong...
2007-08-09
06:17:25
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