The years passing by our love, standing in a bus stop,
So many times forgotten there, waiting in the rain.
So many things lived through, planned, thought.
Sometimes words had a meaning, but spoken in vain.
Living day by day, night by night, and the absences;
With you one day, the others, just a lonely fight.
Waiting for the telephone to ring, a little suspense,
Unheard, untouched, forgotten in the night.
Memories still vivid, looking more distant every day.
As the laughter and lighter moments of the past.
Loosing the will to keep the fight for yesterday,
Watching you move through a broken glass.
The painful look at myself and my defeat,
The lost battles in our private battlefield.
What’s left after I laid my love at your feet,
And walk on vulnerable with a broken shield.
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