(B. Walkenhorst)
On walls of caves, down halls and alleys
I write my name, I leave my sign
A poem of paint and bleak graffiti
Something to remember me by
You are my prisoner of memory
A flashing flood, a cracking dam
Can wash away life's watercolors
Trap you in my house of sand
I scratch my name into your mirror
I burn my face into your eyes
On walls of caves, down halls and alleys
Something to remember me by
Now you are gone but not forgotten
I am forgotten but not gone
A snapping twig, a sudden motion
It's only me, I mean no harm
I scratch my name into your mirror
I burn my face inot your eyes
On walls of caves, inside your city
Something to remember me by
Our bruises fade, our scars lie hidden
No one can know, just you and I
Under your skin, beneath your surface
Something to remember me by
When empty skies are all above you
When sighs you hear are all your own
Do not despair, don't feel forsaken
Do not relax, you're not alone
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