Sunday, February 12, 2012

Russian Dolls...

There will come a point when it stops
And there is no where else to go
Left with the last single doll standing tall
And you made it through each layer of her

Just wait and see
What's the point in the worry
Your journey took you to the train
Where you bought the ticket
And stepped out of the rain
Split door and broken dolls
Afraid I've lost the ability
To see love as free

But it's not my place to decide
I'm just here to take the ride
Distance dissipates
Deliver into the drift of the heart
Home is center to this map

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