Here I am again standing in the gray
Lost in the sway
Lost in the fray
At times standing in my own way
When everything around you doesn't matter
People's voices become just chatter
It couldn't get much sadder
I've been lost in the scatter
Yet somethings remain the same
My soul is still aflame
With all that's insain
Nothing left to reclaim
Even though the winds of time have changed
I'm still here to the past chained
The smile that plays about on my face is constrained
As catastroph and sorrow on my head rained
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
Here I am again standing in the gray
Lost in the sway
Lost in the fray
At times standing in my own way
When everything around you doesn't matter
People's voices become just chatter
It couldn't get much sadder
I've been lost in the scatter
Yet somethings remain the same
My soul is still aflame
With all that's insain
Nothing left to reclaim
Even though the winds of time have changed
I'm still here to the past chained
The smile that plays about on my face is constrained
As catastroph and sorrow on my head rained
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