Days Go On And On
by ~Solembumer
As the years go on and on
I hear the echos of the song
the words filled with despair
they echoed here and there
my mind was filled with words
sad songs and sadder wrongs
as I sat in my small tower
torn down hour after hour
to no longer hear the song
the echos of right and wrong
would be my greatest dream
that takes flight upon the fragilest of wings
though the years pass on and on
the echoing of that song
the words filled with despair
that crush my soul without care
the echoing of my screams
they floated through my dreams
as I whispered and yelled your name
with no answer, just the same
As i hope to here your voice
I find myself faced without a choice.
the same voice echoes, same voice sings
the haunting, echoing, taunting ring
As the years go on and on
slowly i forget the song
the haunting, echoing, taunting ring
that followed me forever begins to stop to sing
As the months go on and on
slowly fading does the song
the haunting, echoing, taunting ring
that followed me until today beings to stop to sing
As the days go on and on
forgetting does my mind to the song
the haunting, echoing, taunting ring
that sang all my life begins to stop begins to fade begins to drop
the haunting, echoing, taunting ring is all but lost and does not sing.
As the years go on and on
I hear the echos of the song
the words filled with despair
they echoed here and there
my mind was filled with words
sad songs and sadder wrongs
as I sat in my small tower
torn down hour after hour
to no longer hear the song
the echos of right and wrong
would be my greatest dream
that takes flight upon the fragilest of wings
though the years pass on and on
the echoing of that song
the words filled with despair
that crush my soul without care
the echoing of my screams
they floated through my dreams
as I whispered and yelled your name
with no answer, just the same
As i hope to here your voice
I find myself faced without a choice.
the same voice echoes, same voice sings
the haunting, echoing, taunting ring
As the years go on and on
slowly i forget the song
the haunting, echoing, taunting ring
that followed me forever begins to stop to sing
As the months go on and on
slowly fading does the song
the haunting, echoing, taunting ring
that followed me until today beings to stop to sing
As the days go on and on
forgetting does my mind to the song
the haunting, echoing, taunting ring
that sang all my life begins to stop begins to fade begins to drop
the haunting, echoing, taunting ring is all but lost and does not sing.