- originally written April 18, 2009 -
A voice I will never hear
The story you never told
Baby, on a night unclear
When did our dreams turn cold?
An outline I will never trace
The shadows cast and dance
It is the never ending chase
Against that ever fleeting glance
Changing all that’s left behind
I’m not who I used to be then
Looking for what you’ll never find
In this world of beasts and men
Whispers riding on the breeze
Through curtains half drawn
Sounds and blisses that tease
Reminding of all that is gone
All around thoughts are swirling
As I’m grasping for answers
Everywhere my hopes are twirling
Slipping away like graceful dancers
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