The pain in life can go so deep, it can chill you to the bone.
When that's the case, I turn my face and wish that I was home.
The sky grows dark, my legs are weak, my heartbeat faint and slow.
I call her name, she answers not, and I am all alone.
Once love lived here, bold and strong, faithful, honest, true.
Trees of life, lawns of laughs, and joyous flowers grew.
Now love is dead, shriveled, cold, a hollow empty grave.
The queen has gone, all have left, but I a lonely knave.
My heart cries out for love, for peace, but answers only pain.
All hope is lost, the dreams are gone, despair it falls like rain.
A future once so bright and free now fades to black and bleak.
My life seems insignificant, a tear falls from my cheek.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
The pain in life can go so deep, it can chill you to the bone.
When that's the case, I turn my face and wish that I was home.
The sky grows dark, my legs are weak, my heartbeat faint and slow.
I call her name, she answers not, and I am all alone.
Once love lived here, bold and strong, faithful, honest, true.
Trees of life, lawns of laughs, and joyous flowers grew.
Now love is dead, shriveled, cold, a hollow empty grave.
The queen has gone, all have left, but I a lonely knave.
My heart cries out for love, for peace, but answers only pain.
All hope is lost, the dreams are gone, despair it falls like rain.
A future once so bright and free now fades to black and bleak.
My life seems insignificant, a tear falls from my cheek.
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