9.14.2009

Home Again

deep down in a hole i cant get out of
cold fingers grip my legs
hold me from escaping upwards

walls are closing in my head is spinning
my fingers grip the edge
clinging to the hope that I will somehow
reach the top

and then i'll try
to understand it all
where i stand
what im doing here
where ive been
who i really am
and how do i get home again.

way up on a ledge i cant get down from
the cold winds pull me closer
towards the open air and falling

looking down upon the earth below
my fingers grip the edge
clinging to the hope that I will somehow
reach the ground

and then i'll try
to understand it all
where i stand
what im doing here
where ive been
who i really am
and how do i get home again.

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