Friday, 30 January 2015

Giving In. Giving Up.

A fleeting memory she was to you
You said,
And I gave in again
Somewhere a broken bridge
Still burns
And you turn and walk away

What will become
And who am I, to start this?
What will become
And where are we going to end?

Remembering the storms she was
You hurt,
And I give in again
Somewhere a broken heart
Still remains
With fragments of the pain

What will become
And who am I to stay here?
What will become
And why did we even begin?

A fleeting memory I’ll be to you,
They say,
And we give in again
Somewhere a broken dream
Will burn
As we turn and walk away

What will become
And who am I to you?
What will become
Of what never came true?
Will there be a forever
In another life
Or will we find each other
Within this sphere of time?

Somewhere a broken bridge
Still burns
Somewhere, you turn...