
"Lying here awake again.
Minutes before dawn
I hear your breathing,
your heart beat like a song.
Lately I've been feeling a little less then good
butseeing things for the first time like I never could
"I wake in the night,
wake in the morning.
Questions running through my mind.
Think of someone else.
Want to be with someone else.
Looking for answers...
.That special something,
that feeds my soul,
is a rhythm to live by,
it's a rhythm of hope.
Rhythm of sex.
It's special too.
It hasn't been feeding my soul lately.
Was that what they were talking about?
Something drives us onwards.
Something gives us strength.
What makes our judgment falter is the questions we think.
We always keep going.
Always keep trying.
Always question.
Wonder if there is judgment left?
What happens in a mind...
Always kept secret....
What gives me the right to dream of what could be,...
OR what used to be....
A rhythm to hold to,
a rhythm to live to....
Have you been down like this before?...
A rhythm to live by,
that moves your soul.
A rhythm that holds you.
A rhythm to live to.
And if there's one thing we all need now,
it's a rhythm to live by,
a rhythm of hope.
ALWAYS HOPE.
Lying here awake again.
"And Dreaming.
And Thinking.
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