The path that leads to my past,
        has grown weary by your presence
Your touch soothes away my pain,
        like the smell of burning incense
You are no other,
        but my present trying to wipe out my past
How have you thought out that I will be your last?
My journey is set on a rough dead road
Guarded and dusted, am carrying my own load
You have felt me through my tears
But you have no idea of my inner grieving fears
Life has passed off now been many years
Am set on a lone path wandering about,
Searching for maybe other soul yet another doubt
Here you have held me too close
Whispering in my ears,
          your promises like a dose
Assuring me as your last hope
As you are clinging on the other side of the rope
Trying your best to conceal a fulfilling wish by your kiss
But truth is,
                   you are not the one, I really miss...

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