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Raymond (Past Lives)

No oceans will matter
No distance will register
These miles mean nothing
You�re my stranger
No words can be uttered
To repair countless cracks
I�ll never see comfort
You will wash your hands and wonder

Time will never heal
Tears will be forgotten
Lives will stretch for longer
Than I ever could imagine
Our differences don�t echo
No words are ever muttered
No hands are ever shaken
No sorry's ever uttered

I wish we could smile and see
The crimson ache its caused
Such losses endured

Your silence is deafening.

What is a man to another.
A friend?
An enemy?

Just a ghost in the crowd

Brother.