Turning 'round I see the embers of a brigde...
No way back to flee...
knowing your life's best days are already spent.
Now overgrown by doubt and fear.
How can you hope to find peace when deep down you know....
no longer is the choice yours to make where to go...
All I know is left... a soul life bereft.
Icy cold again...
Scorned as we pretend and prolong this sham.
Reflecting on years past I concede, regrets are few and memories dear.
I leave it to chance my fate to steer.
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