There used to be passion
running through my veins.
But the only one who seems
to answer to this plight
Is you my traveling man
A star that shines so bright.
There used to be fire
deepened with hardened desire.
I saw your fire burn
In your eyes ...
Oh so bright.
I feel lost my traveling man
maybe our paths will cross again
maybe not,
but if they do,
do not forget
to sing me that lullaby
That you promised me too soon.
Winter Issue 2019
5 years ago
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