PAIN
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standing on the rooftop
focusing a hazy moon
a hidden clock sounds ticky-tac
and silver strings start swinging up in tune
while counting stars I'm well aware
their light has traveled to me for eons
those suns are gone the cold has come
but their mellow beams keep coming on
sitting on the warming curb
lowers the perspective of my view
I'm the child that's eating dust
wondering where they're all heading to
while counting cars I realize
I'll never reach the steering wheel
a natural born passenger
telling tales is my part of the deal
then I cry - 'cause it will relieve my pain
and I try - to hold my breath and fight it down again
lying on a worn-out blanket
at a city graveyard's rotten spot
staring in the glaring sun
the wind carries the wisdom of the dead
their souls are whispering to me
we're all born with a loaded debit card
never waste your time account
but share it with the ones who touch your heart
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