Thursday, 22 March 2007


Sometimes you lie so quiet
You stare at an empty space.
Smile with tears in your eyes
You know everything else can just wait.

Aren’t you tired?
Of waiting here alone.
No, they won’t listen
Stop beating your hands at the door.

So pretty when you smile.
So empty when you lie.
I’ve been learning to forgive,
I’ve been yearning to try.

I look at walls that’ll never change.
I miss your voice calling out my name.
I miss the way you used to sing.
Words are different, but the song remains the same.

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