soft you swindle me
grasping for the one to come
homesick i leave home
soft you swindle me
the flatters crush my sight
as pride ends this life
broke the iron gates
grasping for the one to come
this fire won't be stopped
the porch light was cold
speaking pages in silence
homesick i leave home
Friday, November 23, 2007
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