From the desert of vultures
To the breeze of a summer's day
I felt you walk by me
Which are you - young man
A destroyer watching me self-destruct
Or a gentle wave lapping at frozen toes
You were both to me
As you walked by
An ending and a dream
The painfully battered and brokenhearted
Pats out the missed beat to none
As a heart struggles to matter
For what matters heart
When logic invades like a cold sinter storm
And another chance of love has passed me by
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Another chance of love has passed. Struggling in the way of love is definitely and amazingly expressed here.10