What's tomorrow without you
A silent memory glides in the winds of change
The flow of the river disturbs my inner peace
Confined by my worries
Only wishing that I didn't care
I could only hear whispers of what used to be
Will you be here with me
And show me where to go
Only wanting to forever stand in your presence was never enough Quietly I'll go to sleep
The first thing to occur is always the last
With this ending sensation I have overcome my limits and not feed my inner hate
Until my sun has set
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
What's tomorrow without you
A silent memory glides in the winds of change
The flow of the river disturbs my inner peace
Confined by my worries
Only wishing that I didn't care
I could only hear whispers of what used to be
Will you be here with me
And show me where to go
Only wanting to forever stand in your presence was never enough Quietly I'll go to sleep
The first thing to occur is always the last
With this ending sensation I have overcome my limits and not feed my inner hate
Until my sun has set
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