Where do you go?
Where do you go, when you don't know,
torn savior, once adorned.
Look above, send the dove,
answered prayers, send love.
If prayers deny, what makes you fly,
do what you will, and comply.
If you cannot comply, don't tell a lie
when you don't know, jsut sit and sigh
But after awhile, dress up in style
out in the world, where your life compiles.
Up goes my sou
The wind blows, up goes my soul
in torment, up with the gulls
Up goes my soul, then like a weak dull
knife, back and forth, it lulls
yes, it forms, like rose bud thorns
imprints of memories, face forlorn
Imprints from knifes, hard strifes
up goes my soul, tormented life.
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