All her life she had searched for the truth in being loved
Her heart had been turned upside down
By the kinds of loves she had desiredBut when she found love hidden in the fold of her sleeve She knew not what to do with itLike a whirlwind it swept the fineness with the dirt And trust had escaped with the blowing curtain So when she started searching again She knew it would be a different kind of searching Searching not for love and dreams and fantasies All her life would be spent searching... Just searching for things lost but never had And as the line went dead on the other end To be loved had become empty In the echoes of thrusts between truth and trust
Long lost in distant
Her heart had been turned upside down
By the kinds of loves she had desiredBut when she found love hidden in the fold of her sleeve She knew not what to do with itLike a whirlwind it swept the fineness with the dirt And trust had escaped with the blowing curtain So when she started searching again She knew it would be a different kind of searching Searching not for love and dreams and fantasies All her life would be spent searching... Just searching for things lost but never had And as the line went dead on the other end To be loved had become empty In the echoes of thrusts between truth and trust
She had to teach herself to breath Again.
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