Me, Myself and I (12 october 1974)
My ghost…my conscience…
I hold you to me, and…
Begin to see you clearly….
The love that I lost…for I would still hug you dearly…
In this forgotten field of dreams,
Clouded… from all to see,
The rain, this loss, it's so painful to see,
Your face, it brings me to tears…
Will I ever begin to forgive myself…?
With every dropp I begin to fall,
Forever to spiral within turmoil,
The shadows still chant my name,
Day after day,
But at night, I still pray,
That I will someday see your face…
Happy…smiling, and away from this storm,
These thoughts wrench me away from this dream…
Forever and ever, what they mean? ?
Whatever…your face…it's still haunting, me…
This pain, the anguish I hold it makes my soul bleed,
As these thoughts they take me away,
To a place I had long forgotten,
A place where I'm always on my knees…
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