Dying Flame

It wasnt so long ago,
the past so close behind,
the lightyears that seperate us,
everything is fine...
killing the morale,
not so much to waste,
the childrens eyes show the pain,
something isnt right,
the time that is slipping...
slipping far behind.
i want one last chance
to fix what is done.
the past i long for,
is beyond my reach,
a fire without the flame,
a tired aching heart...
when everythings over,
and falling apart.
shattered and lonely,
ill wait here for you.


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