Wednesday, November 12, 2003

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The look in your eyes-- the teardrops of a world full of oceans finally run dry.
And everyone's running, but you feel you're the only one falling on the inside.
Here I am, a begger, offering all that I have, though I've not much to give.
But the light cannot reach you if don't chase the sun and it takes more than breathing to live.
I would give you my heart for a smile on your face,
Or offer my life to the wind.
I'd give the light up forever if you promised me never
To run to the shadows again.

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