There was a day the world stood still.
I saw the future held in your eyes.
It seemed to good to be true.
And alas, it was.
Ripped from my world,
To dwell in a house of anonymity.
Truth it reaches inside your soul.
At least this is a dream I hope you hold.
Tomorrow is another day,
And passed another year.
And you won't ever hear
The falling of this wounded tear.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC
There was a day the world stood still.
I saw the future held in your eyes.
It seemed to good to be true.
And alas, it was.
Ripped from my world,
To dwell in a house of anonymity.
Truth it reaches inside your soul.
At least this is a dream I hope you hold.
Tomorrow is another day,
And passed another year.
And you won't ever hear
The falling of this wounded tear.
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