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the air is cold now, empty and unlit
searching for that very thing to make it full of senses and joy
carrying itself through the storms
dreaming of that perfect night once again.
i wonder what joys the pain can bring
the breeze will eventually carry them away, i know this for a fact
but until then, what happiness do i await?
the colors of roses are fading
and the leaves and thorns no longer grasp the stem
they fall, fall away from there only comfort
away from the only thing that they know
if i had my way, id never leave that stem
it is my home, my happiness, and my joy.
i just want my tears to saturate the soil
in hopes that it would bloom with all of these lost feelings... and be filled with a familiar breeze only i would know
searching for that very thing to make it full of senses and joy
carrying itself through the storms
dreaming of that perfect night once again.
i wonder what joys the pain can bring
the breeze will eventually carry them away, i know this for a fact
but until then, what happiness do i await?
the colors of roses are fading
and the leaves and thorns no longer grasp the stem
they fall, fall away from there only comfort
away from the only thing that they know
if i had my way, id never leave that stem
it is my home, my happiness, and my joy.
i just want my tears to saturate the soil
in hopes that it would bloom with all of these lost feelings... and be filled with a familiar breeze only i would know