It is world within a world
When stroms rage in the upper crust
The story of triumph
Is written within.
When a traveler stops by
A road side inn
His peaceful eyes
Have painful tales to hide.
When you say you care
To listen to what I say
You mean
You want to have some sleep
And when I say
I think its over between us
I know for sure
You will hold my hand.
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