Its something that's longing
to put my finger on it I'm not sure
it comes and goes
like the winds that shift in their course
The questions I ask
echo off the empty walls
answers are only vibrations
not giving into an easy yes
or give me certain nos
So I sit, or maybe stand
weary with a layden heart
the stars don't laugh
no direction to guide
but hope.....
Yes that still remains
hope which is the color grey
if hope has a color
or even if it has a home.
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