faces haunt the places where I roam alone.

cold gray buildings where a hill should be.
steel and concrete closing in on me.
faces haunt the places where I roam alone.
winds that once blew free now scatter dust to the sky.
Seasons change and summer's gone along with
another year
the love I've known fades like a dream that never came true
contemplating and debating as time just drifts away
where did it all go so wrong I just can't say
was I right or am I wrong I guess I'll never completly know

 

I thought the cold would leave by summer but my quiet nights
have been spent alone
I've drank myself to sleep more times than I care to admit
an still I can't forget
looking out my window, watching the rain
I hear it beating on my window as I try to drown
another night of pain
in the gray of the morning light I see cold gray buildings
where a hill should be.
steel and concrete closing in on me
an faces still haunt the places where I roam alone

 

~D Donner ~

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