there is no spoon, only forks
So, how shall I start this?
With the flame of past, or these old embers of yours?
The flame dies out long ago, now just this cold wind blows...
Only you knew me for what I was, yet nothing seemed to stop you,
From blowing my coals away.....
Will anyone really see this, read this, want or need this...
Not even me eh? Oh well, I'm used to that...
With the flame of past, or these old embers of yours?
The flame dies out long ago, now just this cold wind blows...
Only you knew me for what I was, yet nothing seemed to stop you,
From blowing my coals away.....
Will anyone really see this, read this, want or need this...
Not even me eh? Oh well, I'm used to that...