A lost soul searching for that heart of gold
always reaching, trying to find the right mould
living through your life in a daze
just to reach the one who stays
The floating embers of a bonfire of love
those moments brief when you felt enough
when you are living on the edge
so close to falling from that ledge
The streams of tears from waterfalls of emotion
flow past in slow motion
burn like acid in the face of a man in fashion
a life of long forgotten passions
A shell shocked fighter in the wars of the heart
when the battle ended, love did depart
to find its place amongst the graves
of old warriors, lost in the conflicts early days
This old face has seen them all, been them all
taken the highs and felt the falls
enjoyed the nights, despised the days
when that heart of gold walked away
always reaching, trying to find the right mould
living through your life in a daze
just to reach the one who stays
The floating embers of a bonfire of love
those moments brief when you felt enough
when you are living on the edge
so close to falling from that ledge
The streams of tears from waterfalls of emotion
flow past in slow motion
burn like acid in the face of a man in fashion
a life of long forgotten passions
A shell shocked fighter in the wars of the heart
when the battle ended, love did depart
to find its place amongst the graves
of old warriors, lost in the conflicts early days
This old face has seen them all, been them all
taken the highs and felt the falls
enjoyed the nights, despised the days
when that heart of gold walked away
Thanks for reading.
Peace and love.
Kyle.
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