And so I pour my broken heart out to the floor,
again from off my sleeve...
Yet still I hope and pray for just a little more to pour...
a little more to bleed...
Then I bow my head and say a prayer
asking some guidance for the deal...
Peering up into the starlight ever wishing
dreams could be made... real.
Lost in my own thoughts again,
I feel so cold and so very alone...
Fly me far away from here and to a place
where I am truly... home.
But if I simply said I had the answers...
well, now... that would be a lie...
Hauntingly on 'the outside',
with tear-drops in my eyes... think I'll cry...
Looking through this window on my life...
Namárië,
Lamar
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