Take a stroll with me
down a path called Memory,
See my eyes fill with tears
with every word my heart hears,
Once wounded by that feirce fire
but now comsumed by my desire.
Take me by the hands
spin me through these wild sands,
Comfort me when i'm unwell
you see your impact, as you tell,
Spill your heart one last time
and you won't forget your heart and mine
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