With my name that will remain,
with the pictures on the wall or
something of me will still be with you?
At the end of the road
where I stand, echoes my name.
If I could I would come back
To the other end, but still
the search will never end and
you will never find me in the empty hallways.
Like a tune from a dead chord
That never rose and never died
I will hang there, where
you will never look for me.
If I am gone I will linger
on the whisper of your sighs,
I will dream for you,
I will hide in your eyes.
If I am gone I will let you stay,
on the other side of the road,
where my untuned dead chord
will always play
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