I wander around,
In search of what's left of me,
If it was never lost can it be found,
Or will it just cease to be?
The one I love is found here,
But she is no longer alone,
Someone else is holding her dear,
As I should of known.
Now I just look into her eyes,
And tears form to our faces,
We break into cries,
For we no longer have the same embraces.
Now we don't know what to do,
In this land we comb,
I walk away but keep looking at you,
Will you follow me home?
Once over the hill where you can not see,
I collapse to my knees and cry my heart out,
Just hoping you followed to find me,
And take away my hearts drought.
Waiting for your return,
Into my long since empty arms which miss you,
That inside my is dimly burning,
This love I still hold true.
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