A life as a stranger
Hands through a wire
Forbidden desires
Are mine for life
Looking
From a spiral staircase
At a man with a suitcase
As he shades his eyes
Watching
From a stained glass shelter
He bides his time and thinks
There must be more to life than this
A life as a stranger
Hands through a wire
Forbidden desires
Are mine for life
The poet
Reads his words out loud
To a make-believe crowd
In the quiet of his room
Careful
Where the tears are falling
He closed the book and cried
There must be more to love than this
Hands through a wire
Forbidden desires
Are mine for life
Looking
From a spiral staircase
At a man with a suitcase
As he shades his eyes
Watching
From a stained glass shelter
He bides his time and thinks
There must be more to life than this
A life as a stranger
Hands through a wire
Forbidden desires
Are mine for life
The poet
Reads his words out loud
To a make-believe crowd
In the quiet of his room
Careful
Where the tears are falling
He closed the book and cried
There must be more to love than this
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