The crowd has thinned
The voices have been lowered
Everything is starting to look familiar again
The concrete house bore no marks of death
All it bore was an empty room
Its time to move on
Picking up my shattered heart
Drying out my tears
I bury my sorrows by getting busy again
Death is the only certainty in life
Still I find it hard to believe
I wish the reality was just a nightmare
And I will wake up in a land of good dreams
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