A song
A birthday
A book
A person
A love
A trust
A memory
The - point to this
Numb pain, thoughts in vain, wade in space,
Just the sunset on my face which slowly fades
Fingers of death reach to cover my eyes, touches my cold face, envelope the memory of all that slipped away.
I'm feeling - for hands
How I feel when I forget the next song I want to play