Friday, September 17, 2004

For Glory

Hello, goodbye to your dreams
Faith is burning out like a shooting star
Hope has packed its bag and walked out the door
And love? Well, love is all but a memory and a nightmare
And all we can do is stare at you and wonder at your helplessness
You’re a young man with very broken wings
The heights are such a long way away…

I fret
I send a messenger of my own making
To investigate you, to probe your thoughts
I grow paranoid for your safety
And try to decipher the words you’re not saying
As you sit there making a symphony of silence…

And I fall in love with your sadness
That heartbreaking look in your eyes
Tired like a wanderer condemned to earth
As you fly away from me forever…


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