The forgottenIn the silence of the night,The forgotten
All that is heard is the cries,
Of the lonely, left and forgotten.
Behind in the shadows of the dwelling,
The tears flow from these open eyes,
Cast from all the painful lies,
Were once carefree and full of bliss,
And all I’ll ask is one last kiss.
Tender lips that I once felt,
Broad chest against myself,
I felt the warmth of your breath,
Across my skin and on my neck,
For now the hurt will stay so,
Velvet walls surround my sorrow,
