The sky amidst
I think of those I miss
Even a day could change
Things we never thought age
I think of us
Sitting on the bus
I will change for us
Why am I holding a dry husk
Of the people I fought for
Some not anymore
Some are ropes
I pull no hopes
I would go back
My mind playbacks
I walk on empty shells
My heart aches as hell
You people are here
But can you hear
My thoughts that linger
Maybe you no longer tingle
The rain still patters
I am in fetters
The sky hangs amiss
I wonder about those I miss
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
The sky amidst
I think of those I miss
Even a day could change
Things we never thought age
I think of us
Sitting on the bus
I will change for us
Why am I holding a dry husk
Of the people I fought for
Some not anymore
Some are ropes
I pull no hopes
I would go back
My mind playbacks
I walk on empty shells
My heart aches as hell
You people are here
But can you hear
My thoughts that linger
Maybe you no longer tingle
The rain still patters
I am in fetters
The sky hangs amiss
I wonder about those I miss
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