Weak and crumbled
upon the rocks
I wait for just one sign
Sick and troubled
have no strength
I pray for the last time
As the days burn
I see the leaves
as spring comes once again
The warmth returns
but not your love
you're gone my only friend
I placed my strength
at your feet
gave you all I had
and when you left
there I stood
a sad, weak, young man
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
Weak and crumbled
upon the rocks
I wait for just one sign
Sick and troubled
have no strength
I pray for the last time
As the days burn
I see the leaves
as spring comes once again
The warmth returns
but not your love
you're gone my only friend
I placed my strength
at your feet
gave you all I had
and when you left
there I stood
a sad, weak, young man
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