Empty streets like winter cold, feelings cut without a trace Hands reach out ready to fold, another tear falls into place Running through a quiet fire, I can see the flames grow wild I hear a crimson word, inside, I am free Out in the fields, the sky is burning I feel the joy returning, out in the fields Listen to the winds of heaven, I feel with a rhyme and reason Scattered pictures like my thoughts Shattered glass watch where I walk Unspoken words tear me apart, another hole right through my heart Looking through an open window, touching all around me I see a silver rose, outside, I am free
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