the eyes of the stranger beckoning and calling,
asking me to rise up and trust again,
to push myself to the limits
till i enjoy the addictive pain.
the eyes calling,to take me to this land,
i 'd never been before;
do i let go of it or do i hold on to it
its the thought which is driving me crazy to the core.
within my small chamber of secrets
i've hid the songs of love and joy
the rain and the winds ---know my tale
its the lurking storm i fear ---wud destroy.
wish i'd found the right wind
to help them sail away,
freedom is all i ought to give them--
before the clock ticks life away.
the door is half open,
it asks me whther i want to go outside,
beyond the transient shades of glory,
i am left wondering is there a darker side?
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