Winterscore ©
Saturday, March 10, 2012
This was my time and now
This was my time and now
I’ve nothing left to hold
Obscurity is me
I’ve aged and now grown old
My drive and ambition
Goes out now like a match
And all that is left is
A dying smoke and ash
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