Temporary
Lashes fall from the eye, every drifting in the breeze.
Sometimes caught by the eye. Trying to hold on to what it once had.
Flickering in the wind, drifting from the soul.
It is all temporary. It will fade.
Lashes fall from the eye, every drifting in the breeze.
Sometimes caught by the eye. Trying to hold on to what it once had.
Flickering in the wind, drifting from the soul.
It is all temporary. It will fade.