softly spoken
i reach for you but you're not there
your walls so high i'm grasping thin air
wishing you were real to me
hoping, trying, make-believe
this game grows tired, i'm leaving soon
i have to go, fly to the moon
seek out my dreams of tin and bone
only to find a heart of stone
i've carved your name so deep in me
my heart so yearns permanently
my heart plays games of hide and seek
my love is strong but growing weak
a candle glowing, dying, burning
slowly dark, flicker, sparkle, yearning
mourning silently in black
maybe someday you'll be back...




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