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sometimes i wait for your call

I just sit by the phone

I wish you could see it all

that you don't have to do it alone

I give you the trangth to find it

but your mind is made up now

it's me hand your dragon has bit

but to heal noone knows how

so I wander in a daze

my mind and life covered in a haze

the dragons bain sinks in deep

it's harder and harder to sleep

my dreams are colored by you

your telling me what to do

but then your running away

and I'm left behind not aloud to play

your flying across the sky

I can see you there way up high

but now your out of reach

your gone to that far away land

I no longer know the touch of your hand

so now I sit and wate alon

for that one true dragon to come home