Gone,
Left no trace,
Sickened by this,
Place,
No pills for the pain,
Torn,
From this place,
Broken with no,
Faith,
Nothing left to lose.
Her voice on the wind,
Pounding like my own heartbeat,
With this storm,
Tearing my face,
Take her back,
To our hiding place.
Time,
Walks on by,
Leaves memories behind,
So warm and clear,
They,
Take them away,
Turn them cold and grey,
Old and used.
Her voice on the wind,
Pounding like my own heartbeat,
With this storm,
Tearing my face,
Take her back,
To our hiding place.
"Save me", I hear her cry,
One moment, for her life,
Is this a reason, good enough to die?
To save her, I must try.
Now she's with me,
Now we break free.