A Thought At 12
The spring is gone now, like the girl that I love
The sky sheds tears, it aint rain up above
The war it seems frozen, in the veins bloods dont flow
Should a firefly still wait, for the night to just glow?
And while a story's being written, far far away
Of a woman who died, with many things left to say
All I can do now, is to pray and to wait
Yes to wait forever, for the love I wont get
The spring is gone though, winter wont set a foot
And the soldiers they've returned, with bloodstained boots
The peace lies in the bullets, it just cant be the dove
There are things more precious, it just cant be my love
Though the story's been written, read will it none
They're waitin' for a brand new dusk, but I'm still stuck with dawn
Well all I can do now, is to pray and to wait
Yes to wait forever, for the love I didnt
And though forgotten, like the books in the shelve
Strikes the clock of insomnia, its way past twelve
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