Broken Echo

A broken echo of the song I used to sing,          

A melancholy cry of passion blowing in the wind.  

A world of winter-where there can be no spring;    



A faded memory inside me

Of the love I couldn't bring.                      



Words of passion in my heart that you alone could hear.    

Whispers and sighs of a time gone by calling to me again.  

Another night, another dream, another empty year.          



A panick rising inside my soul for the end you know I fear.

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