And hears no passion in his ear.
At the sky this solace man stares,
Hoping to find a little hope there.
Wanting something he can not get,
He passes his time with spirits and song.
Not knowing the extent of his debt�
He�s been blinded by his brain too long.
He sits beside his aging mirror,
And wonders how it got that way.
Denying the ugliness in a single tear,
Denying the truths of yesterday.
So he throws away his fresh new start,
In exchange for the experiences he�s learned.
He locks up his battered, frigid heart,
And begs for something he hasn�t earned.
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