When midnight screams Like a diamond in the bright sun Your face glows - Never mind the halo of blue darkness The streets live wild Yet they remain as empty as the late night hour And televisions keep blaring away While the neighbors pray to their dreams So I walk the city streets Blind because the lights have burned out Like the vision in my soul A staggering mess But I can feel the touch of your spirit It breathes on me like a warm breeze I'm guided onward I'm filled with the steel of bone Still, sad as I may be Glorious as I may want to be I pretend to hear laughter I pretend to walk by your side Our fingers twisted together Clutching, grabbing, holding on Then I look but find the street still empty No place to hide from the rain Just another long walk home With dawn to greet me on my doorstep While the neighbors' televisions still blare away... Dreams unansweredBirth sign: Aries
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