The beacon of light that glimmers in the distance,
It was put there so many years ago.
Through a thousand storms it has survived,
Still shining bright, yet while never growing old.
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My heart aches, tell me that I belong…
Yet it can’t be that tough, can it?
Or is the silence still your favorite song?
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They pierce my heart…
Big brown eyes…
I fell fast, but…
I fell much harder
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There I stood, staring death straight in the face…
     It was afraid of me!
I had absolutely nothing to lose…
     And it too, it had not a single thing to gain
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A dream- it couldn’t have been
For everything felt so real
And if my eyes were shut
Would not the anxiety be less
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The banks had been battered by the oceans waves, day after day, for years longer than I remember.  I lived here, so the rage of the water crashing against the boulders lying
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The glow of the moon lit the room ever so slow, my nightstand taking on a life of its own, with delicate shadows dancing around each object, reflecting its scene, awake I am now
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My hands, they were shaking
My anxiety had beaten me down
I did my best to ignore it
Yet, it knew when I was around
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“Answer me one thing”, I asked the old man that day…
“What scares you the most?”
“Is it life, or is it death that you fear?”
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