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Crimson Tears


Mathew Robello

The love of my life now gone scattered upon wind's breeze
like ashes of the dead given unto the seas
Hearts of pain and sorrow in a world of darkest night
shivering in the cold, lonely in the shadows filled with fright
crying heard upon deafened ears
mind of wonder with the greatest of fears
alone in a world where people judge before they even know
cold as if buried beneath a cold winter's snow
I want to sleep through the pain i want to sleep through it all
anything to get rid of this feeling, this feeling like i fall
in minds eye i see the light but i cannot reach
i cannot get past all those memories made on a sandy beach
i cannot escape the stars upon which we gazed and i cry
i cannot get past or through the memory of the look in your eyes
the look that gave me comfort through any of my sorrow
i can't get past the fact that i won't see you tomorrow
even as i write now my eyes pour red and my soul lays in fear
all alone as i cry, crying these crimson tears

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