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Tracks - 09.28.2001

My chest it feels empty - a hunger pain?
Or wanting for you, a logic not sane.
I shiver now chilled, yet stumble on.
We were so warm. We were so strong.
Remember that night, a drive in the dark.
A picture, a moment, a verse?
The Tracks, the Gravel, the Winding dark Path.
The trail to that vision these words.
A reference of - a moment above.
When fire met ice and steel.
A gentle dark maiden became something more.
And opened her heart to me.
We had a new reason to carry on.
To spite what the fates withheld.
A kiss to your hand as we drove home.
Remember how that felt?
Give yourself the motivation.
Persist unto this task.
Try again for your lost love.
To bring this feeling back.
If what we have is a flash in the pan.
So fleeting, so pretty, so gone...
I'll not withdraw without a war.
To be with my Princess of Dawn.

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