Eighteen Lives from Death Throes by Travels

I saw your face, again this time in a dream.
The memories are haunting me.
If I lay long enough,
Maybe you’ll come to me,
Silly superstitious kid.

And I see you with my eyes
Around our house,

And I want this,
I need this,
I swear I never wanted anything more.

Four days spent feels like a lifetime.

Give warmth my boy and journey well.
We’ll keep your fire alive,
In the ashes of the house we lost.

I saw your face, again this time in a dream.
The memory is haunting me.
If I lay long enough maybe you’ll come to me,
Silly superstitious kid.

My soul is on fire, I need to speak,
I need to sing.
Does someone listen as I scream out your name?
Can anyone hear me?

I’m lost without you,
Dead end roads that turn up short, too many times I’ve been there before.
I never gave up hope when I stood at the crossroad
And no one showed up, but me.

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