At the stroke of midnight.
Image by williamcho via Flickr
At the stroke of midnight
the year begins again
and in that special moment
this past one will end
Laying down the past
and picking up the new
not going to be the same
doing it without you
He used to regret the past
the future was unclear
now, hoping it’s better
dreaming without fear
Soon he’ll walk the distance
that keeps them far apart
the tug of her calls him
and that dark relentless heart.
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