all you want from life
is for someone to hold your hand
and tells you he understands
someone who carries you through the night
and tells you it´s allright
no-one to be found
in a land half drowned
by the reign of sorrow
solitude strikes again
and kicks you into the dark
of its hope sucking mouth
emptied and spit back
into the plain cold
you lament to the moon alone
and carve your tears
into a voiceless sky
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