2017
In a city where I walk where I once knew the walls, I knew them by name
On the corner we spoke of a lingering hope we’d be there some day
I grew through soil, through the tremor and toil of my fathers name
I was a man in the mild and a boy through the bile, you could say the same
Oh for all I knew was once in the center, and now we stand as one of a feather and we bleed
The street now runs cold and in a moment I’ll fold and lay down what was mine
I’ve slain the divine
It was in the steeple I sought the one thing that brought me to a new refrain
The history of hope, an abandoned old trope from our fathers domain
I once knew his name
Who knew that I’d find her again in the center The place I was alone while we’re crowded together by the sea
The shadows laid fine against her innocent mind as I turned to grey
I’ll find you again in the heart of the weather and I’ll say at last can we be together
Once again
2019
on the second of May i didn’t see anyway
we would make it here
but i wrote you a song that said it wouldn’t be long
while i bled in fear
oh, for all i knew was once in the center
on walls and old bridges where we walked together
i could see
but you made my life blind, you left me stranded in time
in a foreign place
my home was long gone and my night became dawn
and that had a weight
that song that i wrote had felt a bit dimmer
i made a new song where you fought the winter
while you freeze
you remind me today that this was His way;
not to feel the shame
and if we’d do it again you wouldn’t amend;
it would be the same
oh, and you knew that we’d be together
that in the cold storm you could face the weather
just for me
Natasha says on October 20, 2019
It’s so touching ❤
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