Nothing's left but a speck.

June 13, 2008
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Sun turns from flames
Bones to dust
I walk foward, can't turn back
After it's over, what's left but a speck?
Make no sound, no mistake
This is how it is, nothing's left
Sun burns the ground
Too hot to walk, I must turn back
Bones fall apart, I lie awake
It cant be, but I know it can
Wishing for another chance
The light burns, will not cease
Bones from dust, Sun to flames
I wished all along
It's the chance, my chance, the only one
I turn back, now I can see the dark
I awaken to find myself wondering of the dream
The sun, the dust, bones, the flames
This is how it is, this is how it has to be
Sun turns to flames
Bones to dust
I walk foward, can't turn back
Nothings left but a speck.





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