Mar 3, 2006

Saturday night chill

In a place of quiet desperation
Where fog devours all rays of hope,
Distance hides all friendly faces,
And stepping forward leaves no traces

I kneel
    wings broken
        feet bleeding
            hands trembling

I came this far to find you
I broke laws and jaws for you
I did not cease to mind you
I built this place for you

For you,
    my dream.

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