"Five years
and waiting
to move on
from him still...
This world
could crumble,
wither away,
and still...
The mind
may forget;
the soul, wander;
and still. "
Five years
and waiting
to move on
from him still...
This world
could crumble,
wither away,
and still...
The mind
may forget;
the soul, wander;
and still.
