Softly spoken tragic lives

Magic is just a game we play

To add spice to our everydays

A consequence of boredoms mist

We crave, we crave, we crave bliss

Please do what you have to

Take me away from this

Softly spoken tragic lives

Every single day a part of us dies

Hoping beyond hope

That it isn’t the part they love

We don’t want to be left alone

It goes so far we pray

Hoping beyond hope

That someone is listening

To the prayers we dare

Some think they can talk to God

That the creator of everything

Has time to hear about your daughters wish list

That is if he exists.


About vortexian

I'm a long time net user and writer. I just thought I'd collect somethings here.
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