Twisted trees through window panes
Tears fall down and mine the rain
Empty hands reach out for me
A tapestries of memory
Curtains blowing in the wind
Storm's a-brewing in my mind
Seeking shelter in the pad
With promises that love will last
Then time comes in
And calls your name
I hear your voice and wonder
Why the past lies in my arms
Much more real than now
So I'll sit and spend my time
Stitching patterns left behind
I'll piece my life with what has been
And never love again
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