Threads of My Life - Winter's Verge

Wrinkles fill my hands

As each year that has passed

Has been carved

Through the winters and all the of the cold

I have watched my reflection grow old

Dust, has painted the walls

And my loneliness shadows the doors

All of my life I have waited

Waited for something to wash

On my shores

And now I can hear the sound of silence

My heartbeat, my breathing

My emptiness filling

(My soul)

I feel, my time is now nearing

And weaves through the threads of my life

And of that I have done and told

Rivers of memories flow

To the oceans of thoughts in the

Back of my mind

Has the story for all been foretold?

Was my destiny written?

And then to me was then sold?

I’ll carry the scars to my grave

From the last time I looked in her face

She lay on her bed full of tears

As she knew that her time had then neared

And now I can hear the sound of silence

My heartbeat, my breathing

My emptiness filling

(My soul)

I feel, my time is now nearing

And weaves through the threads of my life

And of that I have done and told