A misty night, a cold cold room
Within these four corners I hum
The memories of bright old days
Yet there's no horizon to gaze
Along the path of the rocky past
Stumbled upon the stone you cast
I held it close into my heart
Cherished it like a complex art
In my return to go forward,
I stopped again after a yard
Quickly knelt down and cried so long
Asked my aching heart what went wrong
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
A misty night, a cold cold room
Within these four corners I hum
The memories of bright old days
Yet there's no horizon to gaze
Along the path of the rocky past
Stumbled upon the stone you cast
I held it close into my heart
Cherished it like a complex art
In my return to go forward,
I stopped again after a yard
Quickly knelt down and cried so long
Asked my aching heart what went wrong
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