There is a past haunting me
A past that won't let me see my heading..
My destiny…
As I walk on this path
I see creatures from the past
I see you, and you and you
I see death…
So why am I holding on to this rope
Holding on to the past
What am I waiting for
Is it for you
For you to come back
For you to hold my hand
I close my eyes and imagine that you creatures
You are all gone by the time the light hits my eyes
But unfortunately, instead
I feel your hand upon my cheek
Catching the tear I bleed...
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