Hidden Path
Slowly falling, trees swaying
Picture frames are hanging closely
Far from the edge
Of my consciousness
The path is laid out in front of me
Memories of times long gone
Pierce my soul, my body taking the damage
Years come and go, flying by
It seems so far away now
I wish I could have stopped it
Picture frames are hanging closely
Far from the edge
Of my consciousness
The path is laid out in front of me
Memories of times long gone
Pierce my soul, my body taking the damage
Years come and go, flying by
It seems so far away now
I wish I could have stopped it
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