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By darwin Date: 2006 Apr 04 Comment on this Work [[2006.04.04.12.25.23519]] |
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Tonight something is calling me that I haven't felt in a long time. There's an ache deep within me and it seems to reach through the years. It's in the trees that sway in the spring winds. The sun that shines almost too bright. In the flowers coming through the soil, it's in the tears that I shed at night. I feel like I'm almost home. But something's keeping me far away. Dreams I once had when I was child will never be coming my way. I was always told not to climb to high. That tree limb is too far from the ground. But somehow my small legs kept going, my knees scraping against the bark. But then after my knees had mended, and my eyes reached to the sky, I had the rough scars against my fingers to remind of the treacherous climb. I feel like I'm almost home. But something's keeping me far away. Dreams I once had when I was a child will never be coming my way. I can hear the cries of a child, distant and far from my ears. Cradled in the arms of its mother, as she dries all of his tears. It's this ache that seems too distant, that it comes from another room. That it is somebody else whose heart its breaking, music that's a bit out of tune. And I feel like I'm almost home. That everything is too far away. The dreams I had as a child, will never come my way. And I feel like I'm almost home. Everything is too far away. Dreams I had as a child. Never come my way. |