Jamie Stewart

Direction

In my world of fire

You were encased in ice

 

You walked away

While I was burning

 

Conspiring my soul

Conspiring my dreams

 

Now I am full of ashes

And thinking

 

What a terrible thing

To trying to live without tears

 

You stole something from me

Something so deep

 

Belief is something dangerous

Late I realised that

 

Living in an emptiness

Without directions

 

You were

My best direction



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