August 16, 2006
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I built a fortess
with a hundred thousand faces
i’ll keep it safe
with a hundred thousand more
but these masks are wearing thin
as you draw me in
i spent my time
on the empty and the fleeting
i spent my life
on much less than what i’d dreamed
but i’m reaching out to you
to make me new
Because i am just a beggar here at your door
i am just a shipwreck here on your shore
i come empty handed
ready to see
your life in me is changing who i’ve been
to who i need to be
You tell my story
as you sift between the pages
i feel redemption
in the space between each turn
could you take me in your arms
and tell it just once more
Because i am just a beggar here at your door
i am just a shipwreck here on your shore
i come empty handed
ready to see
your life in me is changing who i’ve been
to who i need to be
—–Starfield Beauty in the Broken
Comments (1)
Fancy meeting you here. Care for a ride home?
Yea, so that was weird. Maybe some other day if you aren’t busy we could catch up?