Salamandra The Last Of All
Sitting on riverside
Time has paused for him now
Watching strong stream of joy
Waning faraway
Shadows of leaning trees
Buried his misery
Tried to find his way home
Sailing away no more
Comfort and peace no more and no rush anywhere
Conscience runs from no one doesn't run from you
Facing too much
Vice time after time
Found what looked for
Too long being there all alone
Million stars or some more
Shine above tired head
No attempt to count all
Blazing in the sky
This is why he turns in ceasing his wandering
Hiding tears in his eyes found a silent place
Never lost hope
Trusting all his dreams
Would he go for
Chair instead of throne made of gold
Screaming in silent night
Touching past history
And the darkest deep night's
Slowly falling down
Have them carry you away
On the wings of fantasy
Draw a deep breath and start
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