lunes, 14 de junio de 2010

To the end.

To the end.

The steps are tired of wander
while wondering where you are,
time has come to get us dead,
there’s no reason to be alive.

I used to sit there watching time to pass
while howling to the moon your name,
it was time to love and time to spare,
but suddenly… it became the time to end.

Leaves started to fall on me as I grew old
and got aware of what now’s left,
no more you but still a memory,
no more me, but yet you’ll have me close,
it’s amazing how a man can’t just let go
when he finds a woman to marry for.

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