Memories

My world is like a river
As dark as it is deep
Night after night the past slips in
And gathers all my sleep.
My days are just an endless string
Of emptiness to me.
Filled only by the fleeting moments
Of her memory
Sweet memories . . .
Sweet memories . . .
She slipped into the darkness
Of my dreams last night
Wandering from room to room
She's turning on each light.
Her laughter spills like water
From the river to the sea.
Lord, I'm swept away from sadness
Clinging to her memory.
Sweet memories . . .
Sweet memories . . .

 

By Unknown

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