Away

			I ride alone again.
			The one I traveled with
			Is gone for good.
			Never in one place,
			Like a river always moving
			Don't stand still,
			The memory will appear.
			It will chain my soul,
			To the ground it will stay.
			My heart is still beating?
			It doesn't matter anymore.
			I pray to any god
			To stop my heart
			Let me sleep with dreams.
			My memories seep into dreams
			Making them nightmares when I 
			Wake up to find the One gone
			Memories are the devil's
			Way of keeping us his.



Copyright April 4th, 2000 by Katherine Long

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