Vacant souls with pure hearts
thumping up a storm
Shattered dreams with anchored faces
muddled up and in a roar
Storm weathered with cracked smiles and shovels pilling with salty tears
tomorrow the wind whispers the sky will clear
Behind me I hear mumbles and grumbles
Pockets of rocks mounting all corners
willing my leaded legs to roam they stand as if in quick sand
Frozen wishes are scattered all around me too fragile to touch
I reach and open the window and life lifts me
I closed my eyes so tight and feather flew
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