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Your light shined for sixty-one years lived it your way free from burdens most have From Denver to the West Coast
Silent alleyways, bright window shops Warm riveting smells in these compressed bricks are as familiar as a common cold These streets hold an evening story so predictable, simple
I am wandering down a river bed Without a map in my hand Or a plan thought up I saw the water drifting and Floated along with it Sometimes our attempts to escape reality
I celebrate myself as I mourn myself. For days I cried, for days I wandered, lost. For days I was afraid, so afraid. So lost. So lost. For days I rejoiced, life was so good.
Dear Sandy, I come from a remote island standed in the sea nonsensically wanting to tell this to thee, tell you that: Words
Sleep evades me; My dreams propel me To a greaeter unknown Through all I've excelled From the place from whence I came To the road I will travel. - A wandering soul
Count the stars the small latterns that line the sky to help the moon light the path to tomorrow, as you try and walk away the sorrows. Wander aimlessly, searching for something that is lost
What really sucks the most is when you pour yourself into one person who promises they won't leave, And as time goes on, You gradually drift apart by no fault of your own.
Some days I'm on a ship in the clouds A captain of a ghost ship Nicknamed the Lone Wolf of the Stars I feel invincible being alone in the starry sky A knight in the night sky
Oh it is my feet My feet who take me places Oh how far I'll go Traveling on my feet
Everyday I keep wandering, and wandering and wandering, but, still, wandering if I can one day come out, And finally reveal who I really am. Instead of the constent hiding, I want to be hear,
I fight this battle hard and true
How I envy you, wanderer, how I envy your every move, your every emotion, your every thought. How I envy your paradise to have the stars themselves cover you as you wander eternally.
the world is spinning around me,
I have wandering eyes, but they don’t cheat. I have wandering ears, but they don’t listen to harsh words. I have a wandering mouth, they it doesn’t speak lies.
Part of me got stuck in a galaxy, I called it "whats-its-name". I just remebered after being ripped in half, things would never be the same.
I stare off into space and let my mind wander. I think about everything and nothing... School, friends, enemies, life... Castles, princes, fairies... Dystopian society... Utopia...
There exists a never ending void So dark, dense and utterly devoid. No sound or light escapes this place. It has born you and will erase. It will start early and will start young
Wicked hearts so vast and hollow Heartless eyes set on the morrow Greedy, grasping, never to miss Hunger endless as an abyss Twisting, turning, a tangled weave Washed on beaches of filthy eve
Beaten is the pathBeneath the wandering feetOf those all lost in wayWho find themselves at peace
I can see, but I am blind. I can hear, though I am deaf. I can speak, yet I am mute. I find myself wandering, like a spirit, Walking the same path over. I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
The sweetest serenades of bliss, head lost in the possibility of ethereality: that destiny maybe was supposed to keep us together.