A lonely figure, stalks the night He's cold, old before his time Nothing to do, Like an abondoned road sign With no power with which to light No where to be, where could he go? Seeking some one who cares Full of love to share Years spent, behind a tired facarde All the sparks, but no juice He showed the world he cared, it came to no use Dealing his final card A last breath escapes his shattered lungs His heart slows to a stop Slowly, he begins his drop Yet no more music, will be sung.Birth sign: Virgo
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