The phantom rings through my head, The wind blowing in my hair, Your image still in my eyes, Burnt there unable to move, A small tear roles down my face..... as i realise the fire is growing. I want you to put it out again, Make me smile and laugh, Protect me from the evil, Yet you dont, You walk, and walk......... Till your gone out of my reach. Time for you to say goodbye
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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