IRC-Galleria

today I walked down our old street,
past the diner where we'd meet,
now I dine alone in our old seats
the cold blows right through my bones
and I feel like I'm gettin old
but I hope I was getting old with you..


..I held your hand while we took shelter from the rain,
she laughed as we picked out our children's names


white sparrows fell from heaven and carried her away
black arrows cut the strings of my heart
I kneel and pray...