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A prayer

For a starved tomorrow

Mature tears

Slowly inbibing the ground

On which I am walking with hardened heart, upright

Sole, amoungst the multitude all those alone

My thoughts are screaming

My private heaven

I watching through the wall of glass

Fiksing my eyes on the road

I'll never take

Blind men can not see the signs

With the end

So close

So far

So close

So far

So close

In a gloomy light

I am watching the faces

Of these forced to live

I'm glowing with the light of love and hate

Listerning to my heart

Listerning to your woice

In it

My private heaven