Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Imaginary Friend


Loneliness get's under my skin, 
crawls around,
comes out again.

And something new is born.

Combine my heart
with a lonesome ache
and a new heart starts.

And something new is born.

It starts with talking out loud
and a voice answers unexpectedly
"I never thought you'd talk to me!"

And something new is born.

It shares my joy and love and pain,
it knows how to listen and comfort;
it keeps my heart dry when it's caught in the rain.

And something new is born.

I gave it a name and I gave it a home. 
I brought it to life through my pain;
and with him by my side I'm never alone.

For someone new has been born. 

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