Lingering Presence
A lingering presence,
Haunts me.
Never forgetting,
Our silent good-bye.
Such sweet sorrow,
When clouds surround us,
So that our eyes gaze,
But never see.
As we listen to,
Even Angels Fall,
On the radio,
I did a lot of thinking.
Deep within I'm shaken,
By the violence of existing,
For only you, so much so,
That my soul's in pain.
Walking in a world of smoke,
And despair,
I'm dangerous, wild,
But loyal.
I have to be strong.
Strong is fighting. It's hard,
Painful, and every day.
But it's what we all have to do.
Fighting makes us wise,
And powerful.
But it makes monsters,
Of us all.
This lingering presence is a,
Symbol of magic,
Of prayer for wisdom.
This presence is you...
Haunts me.
Never forgetting,
Our silent good-bye.
Such sweet sorrow,
When clouds surround us,
So that our eyes gaze,
But never see.
As we listen to,
Even Angels Fall,
On the radio,
I did a lot of thinking.
Deep within I'm shaken,
By the violence of existing,
For only you, so much so,
That my soul's in pain.
Walking in a world of smoke,
And despair,
I'm dangerous, wild,
But loyal.
I have to be strong.
Strong is fighting. It's hard,
Painful, and every day.
But it's what we all have to do.
Fighting makes us wise,
And powerful.
But it makes monsters,
Of us all.
This lingering presence is a,
Symbol of magic,
Of prayer for wisdom.
This presence is you...
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