Walking My Path Alone
The air is so still,
And its slumber only disturbed
By the sound of my scribbling.
I am tormented in dreams
By men with sweet kisses
And empty, soulless eyes;
I wake to find tears
Rolling down my cheeks,
And I wonder when,
When will the urge cease?
When shall I be content
To walk my path alone?
And when will I stop dreaming
Of a prince that will not come?
And its slumber only disturbed
By the sound of my scribbling.
I am tormented in dreams
By men with sweet kisses
And empty, soulless eyes;
I wake to find tears
Rolling down my cheeks,
And I wonder when,
When will the urge cease?
When shall I be content
To walk my path alone?
And when will I stop dreaming
Of a prince that will not come?
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