hidden under the letters she wrote
the tales she's told
you haven't forgotten
beside a restless mind and a wandering soul
in her hand, it's my heart she does hold
a path of bitter regret
these shoes, worn down is their soul
i've kept a place for you
so long since i've felt the spark
the power which holds my thoughts from the dark
she brings me light
she makes me warm
she holds me close
my heart is torn
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