Standing in front of the mirror
Who is the one that stares back at me?
Looking out the window to the city lights
A thousand lives being lived
Always asking, silently shouting
Where is mine?
Floating in the darkness of the night
There's no lighthouse in sight, no guiding star in the sky
Why was mine taken away?
posted from Bloggeroid
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
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