Recollections


Like a breeze in the burning
Preaching up on mountains high
Reaching out to the ceilings
Like balloons in the sky

Waves frothing in the ocean
Like turbulent souls that we are
And would we meet again in time
Or never reminisce

And my love would be the same
Cold and true
It could feel so harsh
But to tread that path again
Is up to you,lies in your hands

In barren lands I've wandered
Searching for a place to hide
Buying all the love, that I found there
But it couldn't help me gratify

Into the world of loss and pain
I follow you without tire
We try to sink into the depths of mourning
And I feel hypnotized

And my love will be the same
Cold and true
It could feel so harsh
But to tread that path again
Is up to you,lies in your hands

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