The clouds move on,
the earth turns grey;


The happiness I felt,
has quickly gone away;


The whisper of the wind,
seems to call my name;


I try to respond,
but it seems I'm not the same;


Everything I see,
and everything I feel;


Sometimes seems like a dream,
where nothing there is real;


I grasp onto reality,
and try to play this game;


But every single thing,
always remains the same;


The mist is finally fading,
the truth is here to stay;


The illusions are finally passing,
the lies have gone away;


But reason cannot save me,
tears will not heal;


I've giving it some time,
to see what will be revealed;


No one has the answers,
no one holds the key;


I'm wishing for a miracle,
that you'd belong to me;


Until then,
I'm lost with my solitude;


Lost in this window,
with no view.



By Liz Waller

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