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--On my way to hell--The road was bright and beautiful, Its end I could see as clear as day. I turned and left Because life down low Was my home to be. People loved, sang and dance. I was never one of them. I opened my eyes and saw, I never understood their way of life. I didn’t know why, Nor would I learn, I just didn’t fit.--On my way to hell--
Down here I had friends, Friends you couldn't see, I’m free to wonder And free without questions. Without music it’s dull. My ears need noise. Light has sound, but doesn’t hear. I need n
by ~Dauile
Without a heart? Or maybe notI thought I had no heart, Cold to the bone, Cruel to the humans And sweet to the animals.Without a heart? Or maybe not
A heart for love I do not have A heart to share Now that I may have.
Reading the news, Day after day, Not just any news, The share of a heart And a kind smile.
I can do that, Can I? Do I have a heart? Am I able to share? To give it away? Just like that?
How many hearts, Do humans have? How far can they reach? To the sky or under?
So many questions And so little time, How l
by ~Dauile
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