At night I can sit with my head on the bars
My face to the window as I look to the stars
I turn the light off and I hope no one sees
A trembling of eyelids and these tears that I bleed
Just one of so many with so many alone
Concrete and steel, we call insanity home
Our tongues become whips and our fingers are fists
Longing for love where it can never exist
I search for an answer in the blackness of night
A fragment of peace on the edge of my life
A star ...
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