my sole is empty
and my is heart the same
the concrete harshly supports my feet
cold air, bitter against my cheek
leaves fall endlessly down our street
wind whispers reality back into my ears
wishing I would have listened, could have listened
I may have overcomed my fears
remembering the way your voice used to sound
like hopeful days I walked
and you I found
just walking without a thing to do
toward a destination that you only know
again my thoughts come back to you
what is left to claim
my mind is empty too
my heart is the same
except for thoughts of you
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