The window
Snow behind the window, cold pieces of light So many times I’ve watched it fall, cover the life Snow is my memory, life is my fantasy I’m still blind, still trying to look alive. Knowing everything and keeping silence. Knowing everything and keeping silence. I see lips moving, don’t try to listen, Forgive me or not as you please leave me here. Everything we wanted, everything we’ve had Just laid there, in snow and dust… I see no point, No idea why Must I join A thousand years’ cycle And it’s not just about me It’s in the pulse of the rhythm It’s about the abyss that lays behind the window It’s in you, it’s in me If we ever dreamt about anything. Anything. I say terrible and simple words Leave them out Like common stones For someone To stumble over And maybe someday somehow to be heard. ‘Cause it’s not just about my inner world Outer world Why do we have to split everything Let things be abysses and windows Them and us. You, me, Time. Dreams. You, me, Time. Dreams.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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