Before I had nothing
but now I have so much less
A never ending memory of
how Grand my life could of been
If reality was caste in a dream
and whistled out on wishes
Twirling in the wind with no end
Made out of sand and the tears of time
I long for your song
Sew me back into one
Forgive all my sins
I beg for the day
I’ll feel bliss in your kiss
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