My history never fades, carried for all to see,
Every life I ended, every smile unborn,
Every rose I plucked too soon,
Leaving only thorns
Broken dreams collected, and memories of the past,
Cut me when I hold them close,
Like jagged shards of glass
But I am the man from nowhere, walking all alone,
The footprints I leave behind me now,
Are forever carved in stone
If my shadow falls upon you,
If the river of life runs dry,
All you can do is surrender to me
And
Cry, cry, cry.
©nirajbaral
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