when collecting angels come
I wil rush to find your prayers
Theyre buried in the closet underneath the stairs
under boxes of my dreams
the clutter of my fears
My selfishness is probly why they're here .
I kept digging my own grave
Im close now to 30 miles deep
I can taste the other side
it isnt pretty itisnt neat
I left my love in a bottle
threw it out to sea
as soon as it left my finger tips
i prayed it would come back to me
,come back to me my baby.
I lost them you see
I lost them once again
cant you just hold on to them for me
.i will never stitch the whole you cut
in hopes you will return .
I will work to be the real me
Im diffrent in the light
then the places you used to see
i shy away from darkness
the heat i cant stand
how will i uphold being under sand
the cold in my friend the ocean my home
i still cant find the piece of me
im longing to keep warm
a part of me is dying
the love i still cant find
now its farhter then just gone
its faded to the darkness
from which i shy away
i hate to say goodbye
but it still left me today
the boxes with my fears
have opened oh so wide
for now i can not hide
they knock at my door
wanting to come in
my prayer that youll come back
make the light within
the light the keeps me whole
the confort deep within
my love is in the darkness
my fear at the door
the light surrounds me
but it will never make me whole
for you not here
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