By the dusty windowsill
Eyes fly across the gloomy streets,
The forgotten tears blowing through my hair
While life's regrets bind my feet.
I'm held entranced by the sight as
The rain beats down upon muddy dreams;
But your cry will summon my memory,
And in your whisper I will be free.

08/04/2004

Posted on 08/04/2004
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