I got a little weak in the knees;
But never in the heart.
What once was a beautiful lie
Now doesn’t know its part.
Lost in the intricacies of a life
He left shadows in place of himself.
What once was so completely open
Now collects dust on a shelf.
He came back with a storm behind him
It was a very unlucky streak.
When you ask if he’ll ever waver
I can only say “he’s too weak.”
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