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Forsaken

Words/Music © by Deborah Baudoin

Here, together but alone,
The walls close and confine us.
Caught again behind the mask,
Our images define us.

Trying to discover
Where our common boundaries meet,
We hope to find a middle ground
In victory or defeat.

Walking the tightrope between hope and fear,
Playing the part that's expected;
Crossing the border from laughter to tears,
Nothing is what we ever suspected.

Staring straight ahead, we talk
Of life, of dreams and sorrow.
Vision blurred with lack of sleep,
We beg, we steal, we borrow

Strength from one another
As the nighttime turns to day,
Our inhibitions lowering,
Pretenses stripped away.

Walking the tightrope between hope and fear,
Playing the part that's expected;
Crossing the border from laughter to tears,
Nothing is what we ever suspected.

Minutes passing, one by one,
Our energy decreases.
Spirits fade and colors blur,
The picture slowly creases.

Watercolor effigies,
Our pigments fuse and blend.
We hold to one another as the
Vignette nears an end.

Walking the tightrope between hope and fear,
Playing the part that's expected;
Crossing the border from laughter to tears,
Nothing is what we ever suspected.