How I wish I knew
Of how inspiration can be
That of sweet sorrow
And not that of tragedy
Come & here the violins cry
I share with them a song
Of loneliness in these cold hours
Come wind, be a friend
Invite me to play with you
As you brush against my face,
Lick my tears dry til no more are found
It may take a while
For this feeling I’m bound
Hope seeps out silently
As day & night trade places
I close my eyes and run to you
I miss you… I love you
And now, just now
I don’t have the slightest clue
Of what I should I do
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