Gone
Let it be known,
that once I sink inside my throne,
I made it here alone.
If my heart is now of stone,
it was molded by my own.
I am one whom never found home,
so I walked until I built it in my dome.
To one day, a day which won’t be long,
when the tables turn and you seek one lovers song,
let these words crash, for I was just so, very close
and now I am past, the one who’s name is stone.
For if you ever thought you know,
be sure I am a stranger.
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