The Grey

I have come back, returned to this historic place of significance, it used to be so green and warm
We were so young and alive, and now we're just grey, with no remorse
Nothing left standing, nothing lives here, nothing left standing, nothing lives here anymore, nothing left standing

The wind rips through me with surgical precision
Perhaps some things are better left buried
Perhaps some things are better left buried
Yet, I'm drawn back, I remember the way it was, the way we were
The hearth has long since been extinguished
The grey rips through me with a surgical precision as though guided by an unseen ghost
I'm left as I found this place, cold, grey, and haunted



Credits
Writer(s): James Kibler
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