Daily Archives: Friday, March 21, 2008

Raging Storm

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There’s a storm raging inside
You just don’t know what secrets I hide
I’ve got so much at stake here
To tell all I fear
I found comfort in what I had before
I always knew what was to come
Now I feel dead to the core

The wind silences my cry
And my tears have gone dry.

You forsaken me more then once in time
Now the bitter taste of loneliness is buried deep within
Buried with the burden of all your sins
My heart is broken, knowing I wasn’t your shiny star
And way off in the distance is where you are
I needed you so many times and you were never there
What ever made me think you’d truly care?

Now I’m alone wrangling this storm inside.
You just don’t know the secrets I hide.

You broke my trust, my heart, and my pride.
Once upon a time we could have tried.
Love was once something we felt
Before we said good-bye.
Why do I sit here waste my time and cry?
There will never be a need for you to calm this storm.
I have finally found a way to stay warm.

I’ve adapted to the thunder, I’ve rode the waves of the tide
If only you knew the secrets I hide.

Dreams Of You

Here I am alone with my thoughts once more.
I think about all the things I use to adore.
I have this void that fills my soul deep.
Everything inside I long to keep…
The scars from pain
The memories with the depressing rain
Let it all go, I’m afraid to do…
Then I’ll not have any part of you.
Once I loved you so…
Until it was time to let you go.

As I awaken from my nightmare, I find that you are still gone.
I sit and watch my hopes fade once more with the coming of the dawn.
And so I wait, and I listen, for a sign of your presence
So faint are my senses of your heartwarming essence

You’ll never know how much I dream of your kiss
Your sigh ever so sweet passing between our lips
Inside this heart lives our dream come true
But outside this shell lives the reality without you
When I let you go, I set us free…
As time passes on I wonder if you still love me?

Without your memory’s image visits anger, resentment, and fear.
Why did I give you up, my precious, my dear?
I want to hold you close to me and make the past give way.
But nothing on this earth can save me from my own decay.
Every time I tell myself that I’m better off without you…
I hear your voice and I feel my loss of virtue.
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