It’s all hollow, rage…
I lay at the doorstep,
Feeling touch of someone’s hands.
Stars gave me memory,
They gave me life,
But they forgot to leave with them cold pride.
I gave you my name
Remnantlessly.
Wanted to give you all, but just couldn’t.
Wanted to give all the warmth
Remnantlessly.
But from heaven I’m cast into fast cold flood.
It’s all hollow, love…
I’m broken and trampled,
Feeling touch of someone’s hands.
Dreaming of that
That these could be
Your’s – warm, gentle hands, oh, my love.
I didn’t trust you anytime,
But so wanted to do…
You won’t outstretch to me arms in the pray.
You’ve been trying for so long to fire
This flame.
But I am abandoned to burn lonely.
Maybe someday morning,
Very soon,
You’ll reach for light, but there’ll be someone other.
It’s hollow, I leave,
I love you,
And the candle, that’s feeding my love and my fire,
I leave to you.
Hollow
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