Why the light has faultered to us yet to know? Frozen still in attempt to shelter. From the frosting wind to blow. Not there gone, yet I felt her. Beneath the moonlight glow.
In a moment unconfused I cryed.Tears to wash the pain from my broken heart. What of those I leave when I die? Fear, I contain,the emotion as I part.Quietly to wonder why?
Dust now upon the wind. Spirit lost in the summer breeze. As with feelings Gone to the tragic end. Where nothing sees. Real she sings on.Twisted yet unable to bend. Broken as she is the freeze.No more a heart to send.
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