I walk this road alone.
Without a thought, without a home.
And leaving you so far behind
Is the only way I can make it.
I see this world alone.
Through unexperienced happiness
And touch unknown.
And forgetting is the only way, I find
I can take it.
I hear the birds sing to themselves
At the start of dawn. I must hope
That they don't bring to me
What can turn my heart to life from stone.
In my mind alone, you are the only one
The only thing
Which I can feel. But in truth I know
That my hope must go.
For without you there is no I
And what has not begun is still happening
It's as clear and defined
As the memories from which I run
Flying in the sky
With letters cold, grey, and like warmth they die;
And those are my tears.
And they have already been done.
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