Siting in silence or running against the wind
If there is no noise, why can I hear everything?
I hear you breathing, I hear your hearbeat
I hear your sighs, I hear you sing
But who hears me in this deafening silence?
Who holds my hand and keeps me safe?
It's so cold here, I just want warmth
save me from myself and protect me in this place
Monday, December 06, 2010
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