Tears well up and roll down to meet lips that form...
They tickle, they sting, they fight to believe...
Her Story:
This girl, her name is Amanda...
Her eyes were the color of faraway love
where temptation feared to tread...
The last time I saw her was
October 6th 1997...
Eight years has passed,
Since I seen you last...
I cried
I finally cried...
Times were chaos and it was world war
Everyone has a duty and his was never before...
Head nodding off in pain,
Feeling washing over me the same emotions again...
A letter inscribed,
To Becka with love...
Shades of gray
entwines with my...
You never said a word, didn't make one little...
Just left it to me to hold the pieces of a broken...
How far must I fall?
into this abyss of despair...