I thought I saw you
when I was out walking through
the street yesterday
But its been so long
I cant hardly remember
the look of your face.
It was a blessing,
but also quite frightening,
knowing you're not here.
Sometimes I wake up
in the middle of the night
drenched in my own tears
Then I remember
my brain is just tricking me
and it isn't real.
I wish it was,
because I miss the days of old
when they had appeal.
Walking on the clouds
with your toes in the sand
you wave down at us.
I dont see you, though
Eyes neglect to see your hand
and all you have touched.
Several years have passed
since I last saw what it means
to live with reason
And that reason was
to fight until the last dawn
of the spring season.
You widdled a square
you were unfairly given
into a circle.
Well, in other words,
you shaped the lives of many
who were out of shape.
So on this great day
Ill raise a tall golden glass
to the cloudy skies
Cause you never know
if you'll see the sun again
before your demise.
I thought I saw you
when I was out walking through
the streets yesterday.
But it wasn't you,
because seven years ago
is far from today.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
I thought I saw you
when I was out walking through
the street yesterday
But its been so long
I cant hardly remember
the look of your face.
It was a blessing,
but also quite frightening,
knowing you're not here.
Sometimes I wake up
in the middle of the night
drenched in my own tears
Then I remember
my brain is just tricking me
and it isn't real.
I wish it was,
because I miss the days of old
when they had appeal.
Walking on the clouds
with your toes in the sand
you wave down at us.
I dont see you, though
Eyes neglect to see your hand
and all you have touched.
Several years have passed
since I last saw what it means
to live with reason
And that reason was
to fight until the last dawn
of the spring season.
You widdled a square
you were unfairly given
into a circle.
Well, in other words,
you shaped the lives of many
who were out of shape.
So on this great day
Ill raise a tall golden glass
to the cloudy skies
Cause you never know
if you'll see the sun again
before your demise.
I thought I saw you
when I was out walking through
the streets yesterday.
But it wasn't you,
because seven years ago
is far from today.
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