Treasure Island

Tim David Cook

(12/07/1989 / Umina Beach)

Lost Souls


My head hangs low and heavy
As I think about the day
When I think about the day
That just never seems to go away

When The lost souls of the road
All come to gather round
To say good bye to all the people
Who won't be back around

Those wandering souls of all my friends
Who've been lost along the way
Tell me why the tears I cry
won't ever go away?

The darkest place I've felt
Has charred black across your name
Will there come a time to find you
Or will you never be the same?

I wish that I could reach you
But the shadows are fading fast
And all these memories of what once was
Just vanish with the past

Submitted: Monday, September 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
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