What I'm Really Here For

September 17, 2015

Within the field of everlaying grass

we used to play and run so fast.

In the distance you could see my face.

I never thought I would leave this place.

Beneath the deepened silence of your heart

I follow you to finish things you start,

and though I'm not alone anymore,

I cannot see what I'm really here for.

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