...Till The Wind Blows
It's sad just to think, that I know my way along the black stretch of this highway, Times I've thought, that soon I'll see the light but the day never comes, just the darkness of night. I listen for the sound of a long lonesome moan the whining of a train, comin to take me home, But the loud sound of silence, makes it all clear I just bow my head and walk upon this trial of tears.Somewhere along the road I must of grown accustomed to all the heartbreaks and heartaches this life has put me through, somehow I thought that this time, I finally found my way but the hands of time forget me, I'm still stuck here in yesterday. "Oh" hands of time forgive me if apologizes never come no wiser have you made me, no stronger have I become. To look you in the face right now, I'd have to turn around and face everything that got me where I am right now.
Is nothing every sacred, does it fade in the wind just to blow around and pull you in once again? Is it by design, these scars are left on my soul somehow steps I've taken has left me standing in the cold. With each breath that I take L can feel the chill of the memories that linger, within me still, But soon they'll vanish, for a moment just pretend a tease if you will, till the wind blows again.
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