The Blustery Chill
The clouds have all turned red
And a distant chime rings out
Our words fall like stones to the ground
The blustery chill nips at our necks
Walking through our false ideals
Wondering what happens next
Carry us away to a better place someday
Let me remember the day we fell in love
Let me always feel this way
Copyright © Adam Piper | Year Posted 2007
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