Sometimes I feel there is a hole inside of me an emptiness, that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean.
I have this dream of being whole again. Of going to sleep at night not wanting, wishing.
But sometimes when the wind is warm and the moon is full I close my eyes and dream of a life and love that time will lie down and be still for.
I wish my life was once again happy and bright; not empty.
Maybe i've had my happiness, maybe nothing will change; only the moon.
I have this dream of being whole again. Of going to sleep at night not wanting, wishing.
But sometimes when the wind is warm and the moon is full I close my eyes and dream of a life and love that time will lie down and be still for.
I wish my life was once again happy and bright; not empty.
Maybe i've had my happiness, maybe nothing will change; only the moon.
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