At what point do the lines of insanity and the lines of obsurdity cross
At what point does the facade of ones troubles become the clairty you crave
At what point does the world stop looking at your shadows and start basking in your glow
At what point does your heart understand the truth your soul seeks
At what point does your skin become immune to the touch of demons
At what point does the love consume your weaknesses
At what point do your eyes need no light to see life right in front of you
At what point does the tide carry you to a lucid stillness
At what point do your dreams break your silences
At what point does the fight become the success
Erin Sartain 4/3/06
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