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Here I am

Here I am

Here I am



When did all this begin

Forgotten, waiting in the

End of time, so sublime

Happiness, painted over

Crime that was bred in me

Paying for eternity



How

Long

Have I been

Here



Hell

Would

Be a dream

To this never ending emptiness



I cannot remember

Things I loved, even what they

Were or if they were mine

I can't find escape from my

Mind inside of my head

I might as well be dead



Here I am

Here I am

Here I am



I

Know

That this dream

Can end if I want it to



I

Don't

Think I'll stay

Here



In the end I will fall

Down and my prison is so

Tall that I will fall through

To the earth and I will speak

To the moon and the sand

I will say, Listen...Here I

Am



Here I am

Here I am

Here I am