Hiding in anonymity,
living a slow death.
All that remains is
flesh, bone and drudgery.
Waiting all the time,
For the one moment
Which will bring back
the glory of the past
I just can’t give it a name, To these thoughts that I pen. I guess sometimes its better To leave them unsaid.
Hiding in anonymity,
living a slow death.
All that remains is
flesh, bone and drudgery.
Waiting all the time,
For the one moment
Which will bring back
the glory of the past
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