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Giving Up Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Shapeless in the night that breathed us all Staring at a void, living in another Recalling past lives and lovers Ignoring the present Hearing whispers and promises Formless are the memories that call us each into the darkness. They weave a pattern that no one can describe and yet they call us by name - begging us, pleading to us, reassuring us that everything will be right okay and safe if we simply return and follow and stay and believe. Brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers Huddled like animals in a rainstorm Empty eyes revealing empty souls Someone else is dreaming, now Thinking of them Hearing whispers and promises Previous :: Next :: Writing Index page