Years pass, but her smell still lingers
Her thoughts won’t leave me alone
Echoes fill my wooden heart
Potraits fading
Illusion of her presence
My fortress, smouldering
A rose in a Concrete wall
Broken Soul, petals wilting
Afar in my dreams, her face I see
Sweat and tears, wakes me up
Lost in Oblivion
No embrace, no fist to clench, no hands to hold
Candles, burn in the Rain
Sketches of pain, emotions grow cold
Another lonely day; another memory off my wall
On Wounded Knee, like lost wolf I howl
Painting my tomorrow
Missing her and am
SLEEPY HOLLOW
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Years pass, but her smell still lingers
Her thoughts won’t leave me alone
Echoes fill my wooden heart
Potraits fading
Illusion of her presence
My fortress, smouldering
A rose in a Concrete wall
Broken Soul, petals wilting
Afar in my dreams, her face I see
Sweat and tears, wakes me up
Lost in Oblivion
No embrace, no fist to clench, no hands to hold
Candles, burn in the Rain
Sketches of pain, emotions grow cold
Another lonely day; another memory off my wall
On Wounded Knee, like lost wolf I howl
Painting my tomorrow
Missing her and am SLEEPY HOLLOW
