Don t stop believing by PascalCampion
Withered fingers claw desperately for missing pieces
Imagining their life, how different it would be, if only, if only
Try to define this emptiness, this state of without
How do you fight this feeling of always wanting?
Openly bare to the world, with nothing to fill the void
Utterly left bereft of the thing to make it all whole
These things take time, but too much results in stagnant purpose