Apr 21, 2006 01:43
Perfect strangers
There are gifts given , and gifts that get taken away
All our life
Shadows of another day
I am the echo of your past.
Watch me sigh
No wait
It’s something you can never see.
Can you remember ?
Remember my name
A thousands notions I curl around you
Even still
Echo’s of your past
All my life
I return. Somehow a distance face, I still shine
A thousand soldiers I have known. The spirit of which I feel.
Shadows all.
If you hear me talking on the wind
You must understand, we must remain
Perfect strangers.
I touch your more than you’ll see.
From day to night. How I want it all still. When I should not.
I finally found that thing in memory called regret, but I don’t know if it is real.
And we must remain
Perfect strangers.
What is my name?
Stranger
Here you’ll find me
Inside my silent well of sorrow waiting for that strand of silver in the sky and the voice of ages echoing inside your mind.
Come on…
Do you still want to know?
Show me your blood wine.
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