Matt Ralph/Music (Page 77)


Lost Found

[audio wav=""][/audio] His essence escaped them. The mirrors that hung were as wanting of his beauty of those around him. Yet no one saw him for who he was. He was among them, but stood alone, unrecognized and lost - waiting to be found. You were a fighter and I was a writer There wasn’t much common ground You through the punches and I had the last word And that’s how our story went down We were lost Found Suddenly everything’s upside down We...