Where I am lost, I am found

Angels sweet melodies

Soothing the sensation.

The times go by through and through

Strengthening my disguise.

Lost and alone drifting through life

Nowhere truly found.

These hands pull me down wanting to break

 With nothing left is there.

When I am something, there is nothing.

When I am nothing, there is something.

Pulling through is forcing myself

To grasp what I need most.

For these sweet angelic melodies,

Is what lead me most.

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