Moving On
Quiet tones ringing out loudly
So desperately wanting to be heard.
To person to person from place to place
And still quiet because there's no face.
Need to move on with my life
Standing still just can't surfice.
Not knowing what's coming next
Being alone seems to complex.
Standing at the end of my ropes
Realizing I can't give up hope.
Taking myself out the equation
Will only leave too many abrastions.
Moving on not standing still
Times swollowed like a pill.
Moving on can you see
I once was stick but know I'm free.
So desperately wanting to be heard.
To person to person from place to place
And still quiet because there's no face.
Need to move on with my life
Standing still just can't surfice.
Not knowing what's coming next
Being alone seems to complex.
Standing at the end of my ropes
Realizing I can't give up hope.
Taking myself out the equation
Will only leave too many abrastions.
Moving on not standing still
Times swollowed like a pill.
Moving on can you see
I once was stick but know I'm free.
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