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there is a place,
beyond the tears
there is a place
beyond the fear.

when the sun 
goes to sleep
your eyes are dry
they no longer weep

this is the place
the dead ones go
there black eyes search
there whispers low

this is the place
beyond the dark
no beauty here
not even a spark

this is the place
when the end is near
no-one hears the screams
cant see the fear

I've seen it once
smelt the stench
saw the walls
the iron fence

I found my peace
i learnt to die
what did you do?
give up...or fly?

Posted: 2012-06-22 20:39:09 UTC

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2012-06-23 13:25:09Matt J Bond
With the help of my angel I shall fly, find my wings and float around the world, gracing my wisdom and beauty to the people that become dear to me.