I remember walking through puddles that seem to have dripped into my mind
The force in which they grabbed me as i looked down at them with affliction
Felt as if i had tripped through a break that bled water in buckets
They were like lakes that had swallowed up my dignity, had nothing but a closed mouth
It felt as if this street had been abandoned with a somber touch
My eyes drifted off the moon that had sunken into these dreary waters
I caught a glimpse of a face that cried without tears
I caught a glimpse of an expression that spoke this memory
A never ending walk that i will visit again, as if it is something i want
Something i will forever long reflect all my sorrows too
