Thursday, December 20, 2012

the footprints in your memory


The day of light
The day of night
You think of the past
Why lovers gone

They gave stupid answers
They weren't the committed kind
They wanted their freedom
The way they could live by

You can cry alone
When you think of those times
The memories can be bitter and sorrow
You make up your mind

The lovers may come
The old wounds will cry
The aged old sorrow
It hasn't gone away

You think you can live with it
The day of light; the day of night
The crying alone in the dark
The footprints living in your memory









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