empty chair
In my mind there's an empty chair It's where I sit when life's unfair Now it's dented into shape There is no moment for escape Do not fret and do not cry Nor ask the where's or the whys I am content in a strange way This is where I want to stay In my mind where I know best Is where I find the truest rest I sit and watch the world go by Clouds roll over in the sky In my mind there is a chair Its where I sit now and that is fair The contours perfectly aligned My broken body breathes a sigh
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