The volcano pours out smoke,
Escape while you can,
The rope we climbed has broke,
The leap of faith has hit the fan.
There is no more solid ground,
What lesson did you teach,
These scars aren't from falling down,
The real answers are out of reach.
The shelter was never there,
Or it dissipated way too soon,
I need your love and care,
Like a baby needs a womb.
I hope it makes you smile,
And I make you proud,
All the baby scars I defile,
The silence is deafening loud.
The voices are taking control,
I can no longer hold my sanity,
The heart you stole,
Is lost in my vanity.
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