Walking the streets
Walking the dark streets one cold night in September
My breath catches wind and is carried to faraway places
Will you breathe me in when we meet?
Wood burns in the water
Fish breathe in the fire
Am I just the tinsmiths daughter,
Waiting alive on a pyre?
Lucky me
Poor, lucky ol me, the girl with the sad button eyes
Peace, love, and fighting shouldnt go together
And neither should we
Blood comes from the tree
Sap runs in my veins
Will you just ignore me
As I scream for an end to my pain?
Waiting for you
I'm waiting for you, hoping you will come
I wrap my arms around my waist
Like I wish you would do
Eyes dance on the barn floor
Feet cry tears of hate
I cannot take this anymore
Your sympathy comes too late
Chatburn seems dead
Chatburn seems so dead at night, with the air freezing me dumb
Whys the world so quiet tonight?
What have we become?
Wood burns in the water
Fish breathe in the fire
Am I just the tinsmiths daughter,
Burning alive on a pyre?
















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People living deeply have no fear of death.- Anais Nin
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We need to be the change we wish to see in the world.- Mohandas K. Gandhi
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When Life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.- Kahlil Gibran
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People living deeply have no fear of death.- Anais Nin
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We need to be the change we wish to see in the world.- Mohandas K. Gandhi
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When Life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.- Kahlil Gibran
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People living deeply have no fear of death.- Anais Nin
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We need to be the change we wish to see in the world.- Mohandas K. Gandhi
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When Life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.- Kahlil Gibran
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People living deeply have no fear of death.- Anais Nin
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We need to be the change we wish to see in the world.- Mohandas K. Gandhi
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When Life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.- Kahlil Gibran
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