Left Behind
My eyes on the edge of yesteryear
Feel the breeze on my skin
A feather left behind a whisper
Fate brushing through my long black hair
Under the sun
One afternoon in the night
Alone of my unspoken wish
They for the soul
Still do in dream
Calling out to my own
Lost in the prairie grass
East my head and silent eyes
Call out softly
I will always love you
But the winds still
Wonder so
For that pray
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