LYRIC

your scent – still in this house
invisible evidence

your voice – halled in this rooms
fading away now into empty skies

your atoms – once in this rooms
slipping through the fingers of time

the wind – with its persistence
the cold – with its freezing hand

brought back – back to nothing
an empire that was made of sand

rain – casts no shadows
rain – casts no shame

Thanks to brahms for submitting these lyrics.


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