The Forgotten


As windows chill to the bone
As light fixtures tremble
I never knew his name
Nor did i ever resemble
A lighting in the pasture
A glance in the breeze
To which it stands forever
To bring him to his knees
I breathe for you forever
I sing a lullaby
To never ever flourish
To never ever die
But if i where to care
But if i where to live
Then honesty could bring me
Into a pitt of sin
And if i could have imagined
And if i could have spoken
Then never could i drink
And last i could been drunken
To all of you who are lost in
Despair and condescending
I weary not but call your name
For you are all who are forgotten

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