Though infinitely finite
I am less philosophical
It feels like summer
But, there is a chill in my heart
Will memories fade
Like ripples from a rock
Tossed into a quiet river
Loves are lost
For whatever reason
The wraiths
Fade into the silent graveyard
Of memories better left alone
Though infinitely finite
I am less philosophical
It feels like summer
But, there is a chill in my heart
Will memories fade
Like ripples from a rock
Tossed into a quiet river
Loves are lost
For whatever reason
The wraiths
Fade into the silent graveyard
Of memories better left alone
Though infinitely finite
