True:
Do you hear me calling you?
Do I echo in your head?
Does my voice still
thrill with dread?
Was married once, no, twice
to clouds, those mem'ries now
but fog, a shroud to
trail my shredded soul
that walks 'cross streets, by trees
insensate, no aim, no goal.
Now, tell me, tell me, tell me
True:
Did I once sense love from you?
Was love my water and my bread?
Was that I who held you
close and dear, or are
Those the mem'ries of one dead?
Am bidden by a nameless force
to wander aimless, without a course.
Was it ever like this,
or were you my anchor, harbour,
shelt'ring tree?
Is there a way back home again?
Does your love still wait
to tether me?
If I held you close please tell.
For if I did, in losing you I've
lost myself for good as well.
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