Tuesday, May 11, 2010

There is an End



Words disappear
Words once so clear
Only echoes passing through the night

The lines on my face
Your fingers once traced
Fading reflection of what was

Thoughts rearrange
Familiar now strange
All my schemes drifting on the wind

Spring brings the rain
With winter comes pain
Every season has an end

I tried to see through the disguise
But the clouds were there
Blocking out the sun

Thoughts rearrange
Familiar now strange
All my schemes drifting on the wind

Spring brings the rain
With winter comes pain
Every season has an end
There's an end

There's an end
There's an end
There's an end
There's an end

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