In a beat of my heart all ends
The knowing of another descends
All the passion I once embraced
Is clear as night as I faced
To the moon I was weak as stars bled
To the wondering gazes as words fled
To my heart nothing could embrace as such
As though I tried nothing came of much
Nothing but desires came passing on through
As to a blind man even he could feel you
Nothing good can come of a dreamers mind
Nothing good can be touched by the blind
I fall into a crippling feeling of knowing I am not
I know that this is too good what I have got
I am a dreamer too much to comprehend
To a grave soul you try to pick away and to tend
How wondrous all magic would truly be
If you can save this life from what is becoming of me
Lingering whispers echoing clear as day
As the quieting whispers repeat all they say
I fall into a sleep too deep to wake or dream upon
All my memories subside and the memory of me gone
This my last of future to not have to fight
The moon is blinding the deaf to lead him to lose fight
Sleep, beckoning, deep and full of such grace
Perhaps then you will see the scars upon my face
Childlike form whimpering deep into the dark haze
You think you could manage to gaze upon it for days?
Blonde hair shimmering from the moons touch
The tear stained blanket showing life is too much
Yes as much as the blind feel they can hear
It is only with a true heart the loving can see the tear
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