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fiddling through feelings
Sleep the night of
as the shepherds awaken
the birds sing and
devils work rise
I lay at night
Wondering in my broken mind
And fiddling
in my feelings-
To find a way to your cold heart
To make it back in to your arms
To be apart of....
to be whole
Once again...
My lips breaking and bursting
with word
Things that can not be said
Feelings burning me
To be apart of something
Of someone
The biggest fear I live
Can no man be free from
as the shepherds awaken
the birds sing and
devils work rise
I lay at night
Wondering in my broken mind
And fiddling
in my feelings-
To find a way to your cold heart
To make it back in to your arms
To be apart of....
to be whole
Once again...
My lips breaking and bursting
with word
Things that can not be said
Feelings burning me
To be apart of something
Of someone
The biggest fear I live
Can no man be free from
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