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Like a heart in winter beats alone
Solitary is this place I call my own
Memories of sun
That fan
An undiminished flame
Mourning song
And still you're gone
Somehow I'll find my way
To fill my glass up to the rim
Unearthing gold each day
True is my devotion
Always there beneath my skin
No forgetting what is left behind
Light and shadow from a once elusive sky
Wanting to possess me
Like an unforgiving rain
Mourning Song
And still you're gone
Somehow I'll find a way
To fill my glass up to the rim
unearthing gold each day
True was our devotion
Once a bright undying dream
Memories of sun
That fan an undiminished flame
Mourning Song
And still you're gone
Somehow I'll find a way
To fill my glass up to the rim
Unearthing gold each day
True is my devotion
Always there beneath my skin
Solitary is this place I call my own
Memories of sun
That fan
An undiminished flame
Mourning song
And still you're gone
Somehow I'll find my way
To fill my glass up to the rim
Unearthing gold each day
True is my devotion
Always there beneath my skin
No forgetting what is left behind
Light and shadow from a once elusive sky
Wanting to possess me
Like an unforgiving rain
Mourning Song
And still you're gone
Somehow I'll find a way
To fill my glass up to the rim
unearthing gold each day
True was our devotion
Once a bright undying dream
Memories of sun
That fan an undiminished flame
Mourning Song
And still you're gone
Somehow I'll find a way
To fill my glass up to the rim
Unearthing gold each day
True is my devotion
Always there beneath my skin
4 comments:
Wow. Beautiful, powerful imagery,
"Somehow I'll find a way to fill my glass up to the rim..."
Empty, seeking to be full again...
Some things are so easy to forget. However, a loss like yours is always there "beneath the skin" My thoughts are with you.
Stephen, I hope you feel this (((hug))) from me to you.
I can't wait to see you next month. You are very loved by a lot of people.
Hey! I think we bought a ram from you one year:-D
Amy Westbeld
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