There is no certainty like ending up alone
Uncertainty is all I know
You let me go
Free to roam
How come I'm still craving the taste of home?
I'm lost at sea
All skin and bone
Missing you
More than you know
Out in the cold
Free to roam
How came when I call you act like you're not home?
You're a vision to me,
With a soul made of gold
Missing you
More than you know
Out in the cold
Here I am
Free to roam
Here I am
Free to roam
Here I am
Free to roam
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Frankie Martinelli
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Feels like a song βΊ
Heartwrenching and musical at the same time!!!β€οΈβ€οΈπ
Sad but excellent poetry
Sad and lyrical.