I was trying to get back to sleep. But I had an idea for a song in my head. So I got up and wrote it down. I didn't finish it. Now it's too late to get back to sleep. I'm gonna go make some coffee.
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I went driving with my life long mate.
The sun was gone, about half past eight.
Along the winding road,
So many times travelled.
I saw the place I learned to fight.
The place he'd shown me.
I saw the place I learned to lose.
He wasn't there.
I saw the place I waited,
For so many hours, in the cold.
He used to come there.
I saw the place they left me.
And the evening whispered..
The sacred spaces are the places that remember you.
Lost, forgetten, nowhere. Broken under dew.
They hold your memory as your face fades.
They stand through time in memory of you.
Sacred spaces.
Knowing places.
No familiar faces in my sacred spaces.