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what songs are made of... 2004-07-09 // 1:31 a.m. I have become cumbersome to this world I'm running backward, watching my life wave me goodbye everyone I know goes away in the end all my fears come alive in the morning I can see inside I'm swimming through the ashes of another life you cannot kill what you did not create as they run, hollow heroes separate broken, I've been living on the edge of a broken dream I'm always wrapped up in things I cannot win blue on black, tears on river the righteous will burn again, tribal fire read in the scripture, straight from the gospel it's all relative to the size of your steeple if ever words were spoken faithful and untrue it's better kept inside than left for good everyone's dreaming of a better life I run but it stays right by my side cut the rope I've held to my knees and wash me until I'm clean ...Like I said - Moving on... I belong to the following diaryrings: DgDesigns