I scratch and see the light
my clamor to be heard
my battle to find the light
the echo of my past is hunting me...
the struggle to live normal
the fight to stay formal
the trick to remain jovial
but the death is fatal...
respond, respond as the phone rang
no sound of grace and love
panting in pain, ranting to be found
my love has nowhere to be found...
where is the passion for love
the promise to care
the vow to stay with me
where are you in this darkest room i am....
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