A BOLD WISDOM FOR AGE

Go…
Go to where you meld
Instead you just yelled
A loose lie for gain
Is the truth so hard to yield
All you get is pain
As your eyes begin to strain
If you think you can meld
 
Do you listen to your fade
And the things you hold close
The wind in the breeze
All the leaves on a single tree
A bold wisdom for age
Will you feel too strange
When there’s no one to come home
And you’re all alone in your rage
 
Have you missed
Have you missed me my dear
There’s a pretty big hole
Where it was once filled with soul
Now all there is, is fear
Thinking about the last loving sound
But it hasn’t been around
What’s left are these tears
Have you missed me my dear
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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