"When beauty was in season, and danger by a reason, a great love with no one, today I woke and my spirit was gone."
When danger ruled by treason,
and loved passed by for no reason,
sometimes its great loss can't stay by accusation,
time slips it slopes it goes between the ropes,
a being holding back is like a being lost within the ages
the sun rises, you sit. the sun sets, you rise
the times come.... the times will continue to
a matter of fact
hurt is
hurt will
hurt continues
gain is
gain will
gain continues
solitude is
solitude will
solitude continues
vastness is
vastness will
vastness continues
so long my friend, there must always be an end
(ignore this)
