The small town is
still alive
The lights peer out
of the roadside trees
My house a lonely box
that holds me
With an empty fear
inside
The stars in the sky
illuminate me
If my world were to
die
The lights will guide
me
Straight on to you in
the deep dark night
Across a dead end
street
Hear the lonely
voices right
On the halfway see a
lost ghost sight
and like a siren in my broken
heart
you still alive and alive that.
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