Thank, You...
But as I pace behind the door
I come to find pacing a bore
lost in the drone of beating steps
and of the times i've cast my nets to get the true catch
of a life even if it comes with strife her love of which i wished to bear
now slowly dies without her there and as this fragile life is fleeting
so does the drum of my heart beating ring proverbial in the air
our love dies without her there.....
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Thank, You... But as I pace behind the door I come to find pacing a bore lost in the drone of beating steps and of the times i've cast my nets to get the true catch of a life even if it comes with strife her love of which i wished to bear now slowly dies without her there and as this fragile life is fleeting so does the drum of my heart beating ring proverbial in the air our love dies without her there.....