I carry it with me wherever I go
The times we spent together
The heart I came to know
In my life I gave you my best times
We didn’t talk about the weather
It was an exploration of our minds
So many years have passed
We lost a mother and a father
But the memories are what last
I don’t think life passed me by
You’re not just an old letter
People can see you in my eye
You took your leave by your hand
I don’t know if living long is better
I don't know what God has planned
I wonder if I would want to know
Are we just a left behind feather?
There is no pretension after we go
Every year I think I’m dying
It’s when nature becomes browner
But then I survive my minds crying
I don’t live for love on the horizon
I just pray for the pollen of an old flower
The night kings finally became human
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
I carry it with me wherever I go
The times we spent together
The heart I came to know
In my life I gave you my best times
We didn’t talk about the weather
It was an exploration of our minds
So many years have passed
We lost a mother and a father
But the memories are what last
I don’t think life passed me by
You’re not just an old letter
People can see you in my eye
You took your leave by your hand
I don’t know if living long is better
I don't know what God has planned
I wonder if I would want to know
Are we just a left behind feather?
There is no pretension after we go
Every year I think I’m dying
It’s when nature becomes browner
But then I survive my minds crying
I don’t live for love on the horizon
I just pray for the pollen of an old flower
The night kings finally became human
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