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Sunday, January 15, 2006

• It’s a case of my six-string silence

  When I retreat to my painted room

  No one can see me cry

  We all write words in a journal

  That relieves our tattered souls

  No one can hear us sigh

  With relief we can go out again

  To the world that sent us in there

  Can’t we stay in our minds

  We can dream of lords and ladies

  Lovers too star struck to fall

  We make castles in our eyes

  We can build up every broken heart

  With a tap of our fairy wand

  Take away the lies

  But the sun wakes us up now

  Every morning at six o’clock

  “Catch the bus for school”

  To a world we’ve been running from

  They keep dragging us back

  Finding joy in our despair

  We have to keep trying

  To stand up on our own

  For our castles in the sky

  It’s a case of my six-string silence

  Making perfect harmony

  My own six string silence

  In a world made for me

• ---tmg