At times I just lie and wait to hear your voice, Which fate had dipped through my fingers.
Seized like a stowaway with no choice
I pray, you see the last of my fire's embersVoicies sing in my head, too hard to know To whom the beauty of the tune belongs,
Perhaps, it is yours with the hardy tone?
if only you knew how heavy my heart longsYour eyes blink in my dreams and nightmares But waking life is filled with your absence
I pray that soon I will leave this silence
Be free from the chains of this Asylum
What I would do to hear your voice again,
just a few laughs and one more word,I....I Don't Know~
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