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Still I can hear the sun is rising The sound increasing with the light No other noise but what I am thinking And it kept me up again last night Too many days I lay there hardly breathing Like yesterday, I can't take it anymore Listening to sounds that really have no meaning Ever since the closing of the door Penance is what I am seeking Stillness in the hope of silence Outside the inside is reeking Violence for the sake of violence Emptiness surrounds me unheeding Faded outlines only in black Loneliness has been it's bleeding Weakening my turning back Copyright2003©Gerald King |
