The cool wind blows through the trees
Letting a haunting whistle travel the land...
You don't ever completly leave my mind
I may escape you durin the day but you Always come...
I know you have moved on
Your happy without me around...
Inside this mind of mine
I try to sort out the thoughts...
I wish you were here
to run away the shadows...
There is something inside me
that I can feel stirring within...
I think about my regrets
and wander what I would change...
On rare occasions when we find ourselves looking into the eyes of death himself, only then destiny may show you glimpses of the things she has written in the stars. |