Ill look for you in the shadows
And rivers that run deep
But pray not ask me, Uncle,
Why I weep
Ill hear your voice in songs
By birds who chirp lightly sweet
But pray not ask me, Father,
About my defeat
Ill see your dance of joy
In lightings thunderous riot
But pray not ask me, Mother,
Why my voice is quiet
In the dark I walk alone
Heart leaden heavy in regret
Suffocating on memories,
Burdened to never forget
I ask from you forgiveness
Yet know it can never be
So in winters day I remember
Ever more, ever shallow, ever me
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