Winter Coulter Biography

Another step forward
Two steps back
Maturing to quickly
Childhood gone in a flash
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Walking empty halls
Its always the same
I need to sleep but I am unable
Endless thoughts cloud my mind
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The Decaying leaves prove
The end of my existence
A brutal Autumn
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I felt the wind at my back
I heard the whisper of the dead
I felt the footsteps right behind me
I saw the shadow come across my path
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I kept your picture
To remind me not to trust
But I trust again
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