by Thaer on Feb.12, 2009, under Lost
In the wasteland that grows inside Within me I shall find myself
Slowly walking, pacing front See through these blind eyes Stepping on shadows, touching air Stones move as I stand still Seek the answers in the skies As we don’t even know ourselves Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes
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February 18th, 2009 on 5:49 am
Slowly walking, pacing front
See through these blind eyes
Stepping on shadows, touching air
Stones move as I stand still
Seek the answers in the skies
As we don’t even know ourselves
Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes