While they talk about him like a puzzle around and about, here and there He stands alone while the leaves rustle he's had it tough but he doesn't care He's staring into time for too long now a little by little till he feels free He's searching for a song of the voice of a woman he cannot see Sends shivers down his spine yet meant to be his cure Kneeled and confessed he wasn't fine whispered that he's looking for her soul because she's pure *Picture off the internet Until next time, Love always S
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