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Without Hope

Updated on April 25, 2012

Hopes and dreams that were lost

I look into your eyes wanting desperately to cry,
holding out a hand yet you refuse to see things clear,
my voice is shallow yet distant
making it so you cant here,
I am waiting for you in the dark,
looking out upon the sky
hoping to catch a glance of the way you feel
while looking into your lost eyes
I am without hope
why then does things stand so still
waiting for my life to fade

and get me out of this barricade
looking for something
searching so fierce
yet the devils steals my breathe
and leaves me on my knees
I do no reach up for a hand
your eyes I cannot see
instead I set here and wither away
knowing there is nothing left to say.

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