Lost Without a Trace

Oh, see her stand
In sunset fire
Framed by a band
A pulsing, burning gyre

She turns her head
Our eyes are tied
By things unsaid
And feelings that we hide

But I will grasp
To touch her soul
A gentle gasp
Her warmth makes me feel whole

Now see her walk
In golden beams
Her amber glow
Tears time at the seams
And rips me through
The eddies swirl
And leave behind
A fair and fragile girl
Who holds herself
In a petulant stance
As if her fate
Had come about by chance

But I will stand
And touch her face
She holds my hand
I'm lost without a trace

Oh, but I will make a stand
And touch her face
She holds my hand
I'm lost without a trace



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Jamieson
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