I can shatter like glass
beyond any hope fo despair
but I cannot hope for the tiniest corner
of my soul to repair
I cannot escape the desire to follow
lost shards upon the floor
I cannot face your hatred any more
there are not enough hours in the day
to drive my helplessness away
and nothing else could beg for your touch
for the tiniest finger
without a hope that could burn and linger
like a fallen note
from a plague ridden singer
a voice that cuts through the blackest night a minute that lasts like
the darkness
in a blind man's sight
I can shatter like glass on a concrete floor
but I cannot escape my hope any more
whatever you wish might mean nothing
but wish for me and my heart could sing
just about anything
or absolutely nothing
or it could beg for everything.
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