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Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the old moon falls
And My mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all
Another place to hide it all
Are stolen as the old moon falls
And My mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all
Another place to hide it all
And I’m lost, behind
The words I’ll never find
And I’m left behind
As seasons roll on by
The words I’ll never find
And I’m left behind
As seasons roll on by
Sleeping with a full moon blanket
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been the answer
And dreams have never made my bed
Dreams have never made my bed
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been the answer
And dreams have never made my bed
Dreams have never made my bed
And I’m lost, behind
The words I’ll never find
And I’m left behind
As seasons roll on by
The words I’ll never find
And I’m left behind
As seasons roll on by
Now I want to fly above the storm
But you can’t grow feathers in the rain
And the naked floor is cold as hell
The naked floor reminds me
Oh the naked floor reminds me
But you can’t grow feathers in the rain
And the naked floor is cold as hell
The naked floor reminds me
Oh the naked floor reminds me
That I’m lost, behind
The words I’ll never…
The words I’ll never…
~ Chris Cornell
This post is dedicated to the ones who lost the battle with their demons.
Especially the young mothers & fathers who had to leave their babies 
Addiction doesn’t discriminate- it can affect anyone. May these beautiful & scarred souls rest in a better place 