In the season of hope, it was to be,
a friendship to form,
lost at sea.
I remember the day when we would speak,
such hostility between you and me.
I ask for comfort,
though you rest in peace.
Another chance to say sorry,
or inspire you to be.
I know not what I seek,
the world is lonely, so bleek.
In my dreams I search for truth;
may my soul be worthy to plead.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
In the season of hope, it was to be,
a friendship to form,
lost at sea.
I remember the day when we would speak,
such hostility between you and me.
I ask for comfort,
though you rest in peace.
Another chance to say sorry,
or inspire you to be.
I know not what I seek,
the world is lonely, so bleek.
In my dreams I search for truth;
may my soul be worthy to plead.
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