Misty Blue

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Days are slow and hard
No bread for the weak and tired
Trust no longer manifest
Comfort has retired for the child inside

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The light of day returns to night again
As an empty mind becomes cold
Wish it were gone to hell
So I’ll be in peace when I’m old

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Bad dreams and fear of the future
Arrive as unwelcome guests
Robbing my mind of my heart
Never leaving me to rest

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My horizon may be misty blue
But it’s demise draws ever more near
Echoes come of all the kind days
Causing joyless vision to disappear

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Picture: Before The Dawn – andy89

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