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where I started
where I want to be
but this heart grows tired
it feels old
I am a lost country
of somethings buried too deep
no more self told lies
whispering in my ear to never look back
my bones wither
sand moved by waves
lost
I can not swim back
when I was young
I never knew
this endless swell
pain that is beyond
the gleam of the lighthouse
my heroes
my hopes were too strange to be free
no one warns you heroes die
no one holds you hand
when you're a ghost wandering the halls
and that is all I am now
a glimpse no one wants to see
not even happy memories
lives go on around me
neglect wears down my history
soon the water will rise
no gates no sandbars
just cold
numb
black water
filling my boards my walls my lungs
no one looks for a ghost
no one will even know when i am gone
where I want to be
but this heart grows tired
it feels old
I am a lost country
of somethings buried too deep
no more self told lies
whispering in my ear to never look back
my bones wither
sand moved by waves
lost
I can not swim back
when I was young
I never knew
this endless swell
pain that is beyond
the gleam of the lighthouse
my heroes
my hopes were too strange to be free
no one warns you heroes die
no one holds you hand
when you're a ghost wandering the halls
and that is all I am now
a glimpse no one wants to see
not even happy memories
lives go on around me
neglect wears down my history
soon the water will rise
no gates no sandbars
just cold
numb
black water
filling my boards my walls my lungs
no one looks for a ghost
no one will even know when i am gone
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sending you love and support----hang in there dear one
gillybeans,
07 October 2012 - 09:38 PM
Here for you anji13, hugs if okay 
Irishleo,
09 October 2012 - 11:20 AM
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