My View

That view I see vastly ahead of me,​

in the distance an aged canyon of history.​

That's the time before my love in my days.​

Those memories are silent with nothing to say.​

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There is no way up to review its view.​

This valley ahead I remain with you.​

Your expanse is a comforting darkened thought,​

I will forever be waiting at this spot.​

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Watching as the ridge floods your land.​

Watching as my love kills me by hand.​

Watching as my reflection enjoys your view.​

Watching as I walk that lonely path to you.​

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This valley cleverly hides my graves,​

masking its bottom with rippling waves.​

Distorting the image left looking ahead.​

Diluting the blood from the dagger I bled.​

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That view I see vastly ahead of me,​

without your emptiness, where would I be?​

In a land of color and noises so loud?​

Perhaps on a silver lined make believe cloud.​

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There will be no accents added to you.​

Why would I do that damage to my view?​

Your darkness shows me my way at night.​

I will never, in any way, distort my sight.​

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This valley is vast and so memory filled,​

it's where all of those lives are of mine she killed.​

You're the only place my love comes to me,​

you will forever be the view I see.​