A question, deep, dark and honest
quiet becomes the world
choices made, in haste
a look back, no regrets
it was the best, then
it is even better now
wonder what he'd say
gone though, on his way
alone i walk on each day
the puddles, and the breeze
smile, paint some more
a heart even, may be.
quiet becomes the world
choices made, in haste
a look back, no regrets
it was the best, then
it is even better now
wonder what he'd say
gone though, on his way
alone i walk on each day
the puddles, and the breeze
smile, paint some more
a heart even, may be.
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