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Tired, Cold, and Dreary.........and then Light


I'm tired of the lies I'm tired of the looks I'm tired of those who laugh at all jokes I'm tired of all the conspiring, especially all the fighting I'm tired of all the broken hearts and all the fallen tears So many people need help Can't you hear? Cold is claiming them, making them it's home It's only a matter of time before they have nowhere else to go It's creeping closer, relentless of pursuit Just waiting at your back door for you to make a move Everything is dreary no room for more pretending Your heart feels the sorrow slowly surrounding It's too dark for you too see All the drear clouding you eyes It seemed that there was a tunnel but endless to my demise I felt the warm chill, before I actually saw The bright light that crawled across the tunnel walls Leaving my heart racing with excitement I felt it across my cheek And then I felt myself being embraced by a light that knew it was needed in haste I took it and held it Afraid to let it go It pulled me through the darkness To a new world all my own I knew who I was and who I had become There was no second guessing The secret pleasure in who I was There was no forgetting just always remembering This is who I am And that's fine with me
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