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The Forgotten
I walk the land
Of promises like
Broken glass on
My feet these
Fragile words so
Easily crushed into dust
There once was a
Time when I believed
In innocence a time
Before I met you
No you are a battering ram
Banging against my gates
Wishing to spoil me
If ever I loved you
It is beneath the waters now
A sunken dream in depths
Beyond a fisherman’s net
I have left these beaches behind
If ever you would look for me
Seek the place where the crow
Flies over a room of blue candles
A winged shadow wavering
In the light of the flames
I will wait for you in the corner
If ever you have the strength
To seek and come find but
I do not expect this
I was always out of sight
Out of mind
Out of hopes I light another candle
The crow has promised to teach me
How to fly and come hell or high water
I will get away from you somehow
Of promises like
Broken glass on
My feet these
Fragile words so
Easily crushed into dust
There once was a
Time when I believed
In innocence a time
Before I met you
No you are a battering ram
Banging against my gates
Wishing to spoil me
If ever I loved you
It is beneath the waters now
A sunken dream in depths
Beyond a fisherman’s net
I have left these beaches behind
If ever you would look for me
Seek the place where the crow
Flies over a room of blue candles
A winged shadow wavering
In the light of the flames
I will wait for you in the corner
If ever you have the strength
To seek and come find but
I do not expect this
I was always out of sight
Out of mind
Out of hopes I light another candle
The crow has promised to teach me
How to fly and come hell or high water
I will get away from you somehow
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