Metaphor of fire;
Folks brainwashed to hunt heroes –
Ray prophesied these.
Metaphor of fire;
Folks brainwashed to hunt heroes –
Ray prophesied these.
Sunrise without you,
Facing a new day alone
But time brings you back.
Slow, heavy footsteps
As she tries to continue
Forward in her life.
Raindrops fill the gray
Afternoon of late winter
While she misses you.
Joy is
waking to cupcakes
delivered by him
who wanted just the happy surprise
And to steal a kiss
or many before taking the bus
to the job interview
Dark of the morning
Seven hundred miles away
My soul seeking yours