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The cold gray buildings are standing 
where tree's should be
instead of a gentle breeze softly caressing My skin
a world of steel and concrete is closing in on me
in the shadows of the neon lights faces of temporary 
lovers haunt the places I now roam alone

Seasons change and summer's gone along with what seems 
another lifetime 
the kinds of love I've known fade like dreams that never quite
made it past a wish
have the things I've done been right or am I wrong for
second guessing Myself 
I guess I'll never completely know 
maybe it's true 
love is blind as a bat
or maybe when your lonely 
you just don't care 

I thought the cold would leave by summer but summer
never came
my quiet nights have been spent alone 
drinking Myself to sleep more times than I care to admit
an still I can't ignore the feelings love should be more 
than I've been led to believe

looking out my window into the darkness of the storm 
listening to the rain
I hear it beating against the sidewalk as I try to drown 
another night of pain
knowing in the gray of dawns first light all I'll see 
is cold gray buildings where tree's should be
with steel and concrete closing in on me

~D Donner ~