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My Empty Space

Sometimes I get periods
When I am empty inside
And when it becomes too serious
I fill up my soul and mind

I fill it with the sun in the sky
And breath the fresh air of springtime
I fill it with hope, dreams and fire
With love, passion and the original crime

I hear the birds singing
And feel alive
My mind starts thinking
And I pick up the knife

It cuts out the anger, the sigh and the rage
And only leaves the warm feelings instead
With each coming day I’m turning a page
And get a bit closer to what waits ahead

But still, I cherish the emptiness inside
Because it leaves a space for new chances to fill it up
It is a place for some things to hide
And I don’t think I’ll ever give it up