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goldshroom

Published: Feb 19, 2014

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too many left turns taken
none of which made a right

all of my dreams forsaken
forgotten by daylight

can't say I'm left unshaken
by my internal fight

and yet I still awaken

to sing with all my might

so here I follow

the road to nowhere

with abject fear inside

yet it rings hollow

right when I embrace

the pain I've once denied

I've left my baggage

on the roadside

heading home

to the wide and open sky

on a restless quest for peace

in a world of war

this question will never cease

what am I waiting for?

an emotional release

or something worth far more?

in the end I must decrease

to find out what's in store

chorus

I can't go back to how it was

it shouldn't all be for the buzz

my stone-cold heart breaks

just because

I'm alive
I'm alive

and I've finally found my soul

chorus

wide and open

wide and open

wide and open sky

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DragonsChest

Feb 21, 2014

Lovely lyrics...

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