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-=Stir of Echoes=-

What is this life you have given me
that I am woefully trodding through
What are these hands you have given me
that spring forth so much, yet touch nothing
What is the song you sing to me
that I cannot understand the words
What hand do you use when you lay it apon my shoulder
when I slump in affirmed bitterness and my
emotions betray me daily

Where are you when the darkness comes
When the shadows play across my eyes and
I am forced to watch the horrible world through
strains of tears and hopeless irony
Where are you when the life you bring is on the
verge of end, as the hands you give lay idle too long?
Where were you when the world stole me away from you?
Where were you when my heart broke?
Where were you when my eyes became open to things no
earthly being should see?
Where were you when I died, reaching out to touch nothing
where someone should have stood to touch my hand

Where are you now?


©2004 Samurai!FX/Marc Guerrero