Parking Lot On Gallows Hill.

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Parking Lot on Gallows Hill

I’m coming with the clouds.
All the times I’ve been there,
It started to rain.
The city looked inside my heart and recognized
My name.

The moon is pointing at my face.
From crappy youth hostels’ windows
I see
The tortured night, the lonely dawn,
They are slowly taking over me…

You must be out there somewhere. You must be alive.
And with my last, honest hope,
I cling onto the daydream,
That a nice stranger holds you tight
And protects you from every moonbeam.

I took a ride to Gallows Hill.
It’s beautiful in this time of
The year.
And I just sat and smiled on my
Former thoughts: Death is my greatest fear