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Hollow
cold droplets of rain
plit-plat, plit plat
the hollow wind wandering in a hollow place
whoosh-whoosh, whoosh-whoosh
Stirring the dusty ash of lost memory
squeezing tighter a heart supressed
weighed down by heaps of dusty ash
stirred by the hollow wind
whoosh-whoosh, whoosh-whoosh
The hollow void of an empty soul
the mind finally awakes and takes control
don't stop just go-go, don't think just go-go
the Mind, the leader of the endless waste
once so full of vibrant joy and love
now both have released their hold
and now the hollow wind wanders in that hollow place
it's voice echoeing,
whoosh-whoosh, is there anyone here?
whoosh-whoosh, is there anyone here?
there is none to answer it's call
the only truth that remains is the hollowness
the dusty ash of lost memory
melted by cold droplets of rain
the rest blown away by the hollow wind
whoosh-whoosh, whoosh-whoosh
a supressed heart is released from it's hold
now crying out, the pain bursting tenfold
once burdened by the dusty ash of lost memory
now captured by emptiness
the cold droplets of rain
and the hollow wind
leaving it vulnerable
and open for all to see
the gaping hole that once was
the warm home of a vibrant soul
plit-plat, plit plat
the hollow wind wandering in a hollow place
whoosh-whoosh, whoosh-whoosh
Stirring the dusty ash of lost memory
squeezing tighter a heart supressed
weighed down by heaps of dusty ash
stirred by the hollow wind
whoosh-whoosh, whoosh-whoosh
The hollow void of an empty soul
the mind finally awakes and takes control
don't stop just go-go, don't think just go-go
the Mind, the leader of the endless waste
once so full of vibrant joy and love
now both have released their hold
and now the hollow wind wanders in that hollow place
it's voice echoeing,
whoosh-whoosh, is there anyone here?
whoosh-whoosh, is there anyone here?
there is none to answer it's call
the only truth that remains is the hollowness
the dusty ash of lost memory
melted by cold droplets of rain
the rest blown away by the hollow wind
whoosh-whoosh, whoosh-whoosh
a supressed heart is released from it's hold
now crying out, the pain bursting tenfold
once burdened by the dusty ash of lost memory
now captured by emptiness
the cold droplets of rain
and the hollow wind
leaving it vulnerable
and open for all to see
the gaping hole that once was
the warm home of a vibrant soul
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