Monday, January 30, 2006

pocket

my eyes are open again
i feel a new
even with you in my pocket
good luck came in a differnt way
you always seem to know what to do
and i feel lost with out it
but today
what i wanted
became what i did not need
and then i open my eyes
a new path
a new voice
still noone at home

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