Not for once I kept those rumbles Not for once I spilled it through the silence In the long way I spoke Spoke to the vacant air next to my passenger seat Driving no where upon the limbo Passing through the droplets rain, I hid my sorrow Once I locked myself into an argument within the space With hope the shouts won't be audible beyond the screen Cliche did fill my stories But you hid me within the glory and sorrow behind your shield You are the silent witness which I could lean No third parties would be in, only the two of us in between Prayers overshadow our drift You be the witness in my plead Nobody's there even see me pray, Besides you and my guitar we sank in play None of living things ever seen The fragile case of my grim Only you and the six strings reside in the hidden tide Only you and the six strings the witnesses of the other side Author's Note: Inspired by my car and my guitar as the witnesses behind the story :D
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