Through the woods I walk alone.
I dream of days that have gone,
Memories of a love gone bad.
Does everyone feel as sad?
Starlight filters through swaying leaves,
The full moon on the rise above the trees.
As midnight strikes, the campfire fades,
My love for you... gone in so many ways.
Promises we swore to keep.
Sorrow is all we could reap.
Life moves on without an end,
Until our hearts we could mend.
Is it possible for you and me,
A friendship of life to see?
Maybe the chance is there for us,
The road, it could get rough.
We'll have to try and try again,
Maybe yet, we'll find a friend.
DW
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