The shadow of her former self
I may return called out the shadow of her former self,
Listen out for me and I shall return
She sits and waits, for time is plentiful
DO you hear her footsteps draw near? , is it her you hear in the back of your mind
Does she nag at you; does she whisper tales of repercussions?
She remembers a time in space long gone,
A confidence she can’t recall feeling any longer
She mourns an emotion that once was so wholly hers
Her steps always sound so near. Almost hearing words still beyond her definition
Words of woe, words to grasp you back into the abyss
She sits and waits for time is plentiful
Listen out for me and I shall return
She sits and waits, for time is plentiful
DO you hear her footsteps draw near? , is it her you hear in the back of your mind
Does she nag at you; does she whisper tales of repercussions?
She remembers a time in space long gone,
A confidence she can’t recall feeling any longer
She mourns an emotion that once was so wholly hers
Her steps always sound so near. Almost hearing words still beyond her definition
Words of woe, words to grasp you back into the abyss
She sits and waits for time is plentiful
claire redmond
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