| desolateness | ||
| klarchen |
And this is how it is. To be sitting in this room. With four walls, a piano, And a glass of water. And this is what it is like. To be rehearsing what I want to say to you. Over and over again, this fading song. If you could hear its truth, you would know. And this is what I know. I know that the sound will live in that echoing place inside of me until I see you again. When our eyes focus, that song will tell the truth as it bursts forth. And the silence will be broken. And this desolateness will break. |
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| Brad | desolation? | 000625 |