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These Lies and Dreams

Who'll roll away that stone,
And come to set me free…
From these lies and dreams I own
That keep whispering to me?

The lies come softly calling
Disguising all their sin
And mingle with such glitter
Pulling me right in…

And dreams of lover's kisses
Come dancing in my dark
To cloud my daylight moments
And hit me with their mark…

These lies and dreams have tangled
And wrapped around my heart
Til my heartbeat is so labored
The ache begins to start…

Who'll roll away that stone,
And come to set me free…
From these lies and dreams I own
That keep whispering to me?

Sharon Frye
© 2006