Nicholas Michael
The love of my life, is gone from me now
Please tell me how, will i ever take a bow?
I search through lifes, endless cycle
Will i ever see, My Nicholas Micheal?
As i lay in bed, with my deepened thoughts
Satan took hold, And began to taunt
He pulled on my heart, made me cry
I tried to pull away, with a big sigh
He wanted to take away, My Nicholas Micheal
He tugged on my head, tried to cause a big trifle
It hurts to see, when Nick is not next ot me
I want to feel, and let my heart heal
My brain thinks, about the near future
My heart feels, like a robotic computer
When i hear, his name being called
I turn my head, and want life to be solved
To see his face, would be my light
Tell me now, what is there in the dead og night?
Life again, starts its beautiful cycle
There i see, My Nicholas Micheal
Running to him, in the dewey grass
My no longer feels, as heavy as brass
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