I’m endlessly searching

Like a bandaid for tomorrow,

From dusk to noon,

As if you were calling,

Was the moments of a dream,

Like fading pictures of the mind,

Can it really be real,

Since you haven’t been calling,

I hear a voice of an echo,

A ghost that has yet to go,

A soul that lingers,

But all for my troubles,

Could you tell me your problems,

What keeps you in the morning,

Is it the feelings that are calling,

Keeping us from tomorrow,

Has time since fallen,

Endless shadows or a mourning,

My eyes have yet to let go,

For my hearts not worth solving,

Can we find each other tomorrow,

Of the times that have fallen,

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