It's really not the same
On the wind I can hear you, on the breeze you call my name In the cloudy sky I can see your face, But it's really not the same. You're everywhere around me, yet I dare not feel your touch, In a world undead, I just bow my head, God knows I miss you much. In our bedroom on the nightstand table, stands our picture in a frame, The one of us dressed up in Arkansas, Wild Bill and Calamity Jane Bound to our bed you struggle, straining and growling so, I cry as I try to make everything alright, because I refuse to let you go. Where have you gone to, can you see the tears upon my face Do you know how much I love you still, that my love will never change. In the backyard grows the flowers, that you planted before you left, I tend to them as I know you would, I just can't help myself. The smell sometimes overpowers me, the smell of your decay And your teeth they try to tear at me as you wither day after dreadful day This house is cold and lonely, a home no longer now, Just a place, where I stare into space and drift away somehow Back to the days that I remember, the days when our love was true, When time stood still and you weren't ill, before this plague come sweeping through On the wind I can hear you, on the breeze you call my name In the cloudy sky I can see your face, but it’s really not the same.
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