Lost Lady
Looking back on all the things you said
the lies that falls over your mind
you stand so proud ,looking so strong
for your heart is lost
your hands have no one to hold
your body is forever getting cold
as you sit on your own cold and alone
the room seem to spin
as you lay upon the bed your heart feels so dead
as a tear falls to the floor
you will be alone forever more
the nightwalker
Copyright © Duncan Chappell | Year Posted 2010
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