Awaiting the Lost
here i wait for you with cold and empty eyes,
the lonely wind silencing my cries,
your miraged face slowly disappears in my hands,
as i stand here on this once blessed land,
no stars to guide my way, no map can find me now,
and yet i sit here day after day,
losing what i found
the lonely wind silencing my cries,
your miraged face slowly disappears in my hands,
as i stand here on this once blessed land,
no stars to guide my way, no map can find me now,
and yet i sit here day after day,
losing what i found
The Dead Poets Society
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