Monday, March 18, 2013

Running around, without a soul...

I'm running around
Without a soul
No higher ground
No hand to hold.

I'm running around
From side to side
I'm running away
But you don't understand.

Down, down, down we fall
Higher and higher we go
All around the breeze is gone
Where do we go from here?
What do I do with my fear?

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