Wednesday, March 16, 2011

In Midst of a Mist

In this mist of darkness I can now see my face
So I search and I run for a hiding place
When I look to find what I always deny
I wonder what it matters if I still try
Can a soul such as mine really hollow over time?
While I've done terrible things, I've not commited a crime

In the midst of darkness I have in my life
I search for an ending to all this strife
And I look to find what I once denied
To find it no more, I feel gratified
Now this soul grown hollow is like a child
But I'll still search for love as I'm running wild.

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