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I seen a man...
I seen a man
Whose every step was filled with power and whose will never blundered
I seen a man whose soul was dark and seemed to wander
Whose sleep was plagued by nightmares and monsters
I seen a man
Whose life was changed in an instant
He stood in front of me everyday
Through the reflected eyes gaze but was distorted by haze
I see a man…
That man is me whose vision was cleared…
By a love unexpected
That is now gone
But is still perfect in every way
I see a man who once had a woman by his side
Who’s kiss was sweeter was sugar
Whose aroma was better than flowers
Whose beauty was unsurpassed by anything from here to there!
A woman who was the sunshine to my days and the moonlight to my nights
And that woman was you…
You who cleared my vision
You, the one, whose image lay, intertwined with mine!
But now I see a man
Or I seen a man. . .
A man who’s no longer there
His days are dark and his nights are black
His soul lost his image gone
His heart hollow and cold again
The eye reflects nothing now. . .
Shattered…
It lies like his heart
Broken…
Each piece reflects nothing
Distorted by haze all over again
I seen a man
Who is no longer there
Whose every step was filled with power and whose will never blundered
I seen a man whose soul was dark and seemed to wander
Whose sleep was plagued by nightmares and monsters
I seen a man
Whose life was changed in an instant
He stood in front of me everyday
Through the reflected eyes gaze but was distorted by haze
I see a man…
That man is me whose vision was cleared…
By a love unexpected
That is now gone
But is still perfect in every way
I see a man who once had a woman by his side
Who’s kiss was sweeter was sugar
Whose aroma was better than flowers
Whose beauty was unsurpassed by anything from here to there!
A woman who was the sunshine to my days and the moonlight to my nights
And that woman was you…
You who cleared my vision
You, the one, whose image lay, intertwined with mine!
But now I see a man
Or I seen a man. . .
A man who’s no longer there
His days are dark and his nights are black
His soul lost his image gone
His heart hollow and cold again
The eye reflects nothing now. . .
Shattered…
It lies like his heart
Broken…
Each piece reflects nothing
Distorted by haze all over again
I seen a man
Who is no longer there
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