Fighting for my love


In my vivid imagination I see nothing left but black,

The colors and bright lights I saw have faded out at last

Like every heart broken girl, I've lost what I had loved,

but for me it was painted trees and clouds of golden dust.

Dancing with the blowing winds, and singing to the stars,

I ran the paths of the no where man, and found my muse of art

Fighting hard to keep these things, I don't want to let go

starting to forget already, where the golden dust calls home

Sounds become realistic, the beeps I always dread

Taking away my love again, the morning sun says Hello

I am but a dreamer, waking up alone


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