Snow falls all around
I get older, this house gets smaller
The sights and sounds are the same but none are familiar
Am I changing so much the world has stopped?
The cell is decorated with lights and angels, but there is no escape.
The words fill my head but miss the page
A shaky train will take me where I belong how long must I wait?
Saturday, December 20, 2008
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