Sunday Morning
Breathing in heavy air of lies,
Hiding grief in this bitter wine,
Finding beauty in porcelain strength,
Not enough to say goodbye.
Castles, built on the shards of dreams
Are just pain's another guise,
And my heart that was never whole
Will be wrecked by parting twice.
You are leaving and taking a part of me away,
You have followed the calling of once so precious days,
And my tears are pouring as Sunday morning's rain.
It's erasing the footsteps on our ways that crossed,
Now the rain will remind me of you - my greatest loss.
You are gone, and life's colors are fading.
It's the dusk of my brightest dawn -
Sunday morning. But life goes on
Under signs of submissive waiting
And greatly missing.
I'm a shadow of your light,
Giving up this internal fight.
You will always be out of touch,
But you're always mine in mind.
You are leaving and taking a part of me away,
You have followed the calling of once so precious days,
And my tears are pouring as Sunday morning's rain.
It's erasing the footsteps on our ways that crossed,
Now the rain will remind me of you - my greatest loss.
You are gone, and life's colors are fading.
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