Train is slowly moving,
Clock is fast ticking...away...
No chance of having you,
Back in me again...at all...
Shades are all now closing,
Last call is announced...and gone...
Can't stop you at this time,
And I am alone...alone...
But I know,
It will not be that bad,
Being all alone,
and being unloved.
It will not be that bad,
Crying and hurting,
Hoping but dying.
With the heavy footsteps,
I turn my back now...away...
Looking for your return,
But is unsure when...at all...
I will let these tears drop,
In this train station...and gone...
Holding on to mem'ries,
I will just cherish...alone...
But I know,
It will not be that bad,
Reminiscing you...
Patiently waiting.
It will not be that bad,
To be back with you
and love you again.
This is me and this is what I feel. This is me and this is what I think. This is me and this is what I breathe. This is me and this is what I live. This is me and this is my Sanctuary.
My Sanctuary...
Life is always bound to be painful and joyful, can be filled with sadness or happiness, and at some point, despair or hope. My life, just like anyone else is no excuse for every malady this world has to offer. And so, I offer myself a recluse, a place to hibernate, to recoil...A Sanctuary...and this is my Sanctuary...
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