Deserted
Walking alone
In this
Deserted place
I Hang my head down
As the wind
Brushes my face
I don’t know
Who I am
Or
Where I am
Without you
I don’t know
Where I’m going
Where I’m heading
Without you
Your touch
Your embrace
Is All I long for
In this deserted place
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- February 23, 2015 / 1:14 pm
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