Unknown
As this cup empties, I slowly fade from me.
As day's torn by night,
We drift from the light.
And as hope drifts away, we're left with broken dreams and memories.
Lead us through this one and you'll find hope is gone.
Please don't fade away, please, just use your wings and fly.
False memories never lived.
Please mark my grave as "Unknown"
Copyright © Matthew Grund | Year Posted 2006
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