Lyric № 49337

Dreadfully Open

Member since 2003 · Posted 18 May 2003 · 0 comments

Sight is changing like colored glass As the seasons flipping quickly pass, Things once ugly no anew Boiled in a continuous brew. Sickness is scraping my heart away. Mother, tell me I am brave, Show me the way along the maze. Darkness dripping in a haze Light of hope was never looked as grand As from the hole in which I stand.

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