As It Should Be

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More than ever, I realize
an empty dream, an endless road
that life still leads me down.

The journey's end is not near;
my destination is not here.
I walk, entranced in dark days,
and nights are forever, always.

 

If I could see you once more
before I reach the open door
that waits in the unseeable future,
if you could say it never was
your desire, my dream,
I could accept my fate at last.

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I feel as if my life was stolen,
and this poor imitation, thrust upon me,
is but a cruel joke, a twist of the knife
that cut out my hope and my heart.

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I endure, for in my thoughts
you are still here beside me
on the long road to eternity,
and I know the truth, I still see
clearly, if somewhat distantly,
the face of my lost reality.

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I still feel your presence
down deep inside of me,
and that's as it should be.