Harry Sweeden. My life in verse. - There is something inside me...

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There is something inside me...

There is something inside me
that makes still the night
where silence is golden
when darkness makes bright.

There is something inside me
that refuses to lie
the scars that are left me
give no reason why.

There is something inside me
that keeps friends at bay
I can hear them all talking
but their voice slips away.

There is something inside me
that searches in vain
the more the road travelled
the more destruction and pain.

There is something inside me
that wants to believe
but the more that faith calls me
the more I'm deceived.

There is something inside me
that lives for each day
but the more days I'm living
the more slips away.

There is something inside me
where hope is a dream
and all that I witnessed
could never have been?

There is something inside me
that still wants to learn
hoping answers to questions
will all come in turn.

There is something inside me
that understands why?
I am born as I am born
till the day that I die.

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