Alone

by Crusoe


Faith hard what's in your blood
Only fear of losing love
You sleps and derelicts
All the scraps and bones I picked
But I know
Sadness grows
In place of your love

Soft falls on my skin
Photographs and next of kin
Loose words have come undone
Spilling hurt on everyone
But I know
Sadness grows
In place of your love

All I ask
A chance to take you home
If that's too much
Then I'll just have to walk this road
Alone

Sleep comes just like a drug
Angels's breath and sandalwood
Cold scars of discontent
Underlie the sad lament
But I know
Sadness grows
In place of your love

All I ask
A chance to take you home
If that's too much
Then I'll just have to walk this road
Alone

Then I'll just have to walk this road
Alone

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