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Empty Glasses, Empty Cheers

5/6/02

The day falls silent
Skies gray, air still
I wander in the refuge of myself

The world lifted off my shoulders,
Atlas I am no more
No smiles, no laughter
No tears, no heartbreak

A time of what should be happiness
Is a time of dull emotionless life
A time of what should be relief
Is a time of imprisonment, death

If I cannot smile,
Lord, let me cry,
For Godís sake, break my heart to pieces
Unlock my soul
In this land without light