Endlessly searching
For something good to come along
And when I think the hurt is over
I come to find I was all wrong
Memories of what I used to be
That's gone; that me is history
I can hear in my mind, the roaring thunder
And I'm so far into this abyss
So drag me under
Sadness? Not so much.
Overwhelming joy? Definitely not.
Feeling everything and nothing at all? Yes.
For now, I'll sway along with the wind
Searching for the undeniable truth
Wondering what steps to take, and where to begin
Forever.
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-10-11 18:58:56
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