11.) Early Grave
I'm cut short,
From everything.
I'm lost in,
This broken dream.
Where do I draw the line?
In the world I've left behind.
I see myself in an early grave,
Waiting to see if I'm to be saved.
Bring me back to life,
Help me see the light in your eyes.
I know there's something more,
To this place that we calll home.
If I could turn back the clock,
I'd see it in a different way.
If I could turn back the clock,
I wouldn't be afraid.
Bring me back to life,
Help me see the light in your eyes.
I know there's something more,
To this place that we call home.
I won't be cut short,
From a life worth living for.
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