Music InThe Past
lingering in the past
I thought it was the last
It was something so fast
all that is left is gust
my heart still wants her
makes me remember
it makes me wonder
If to go further
my sea disagrees
to what my heart sees
to each of the degrees
It stings like the bees
I miss the fire
i'ts what I desire
I will never tire
even if I mire
filled with memories
sweet pleasant stories
eases my worries
granted by faries
I leave everything
Hold unto God's wing
with eternal ring
for ever I sing
>DiOnYsUs<
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