Under the Grovel

Can you feel my voice in the wind
Any day you feel not strong enough
Never stop thinking of me for the gust shall start again

You close your eyes to visualize me
Only you see nothing which is what I will always be
Under the bridge there is an unmarked grave

Friendly voice calls to you underneath the cold soil
Oh how I wish I could have stayed 
Really wish I hadn't been my only slave
Gave to you my everything but never felt enough
If only I gotten a chance to say to you
Very much i so loved you
Every time you close your eyes, picture me, and feel the wind

More pain will gather from where the storm has grown
Every last breath of wind I give you, is so you won't feel alone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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