Through the storm I came to you.
Desperate and shivering at your door.
I said I wouldn't come back and I meant it too.
But I have to see you once more.
Just one more time to succumb to your charms.
Just one more time to hear your voice.
Just one more time to fall into your arms.
Then live to regret my choice.
Here I stand waiting for you to answer~
your door and bring me out of the rain.
Calling on spirits like some necromancer~
praying to be free from the pain.

Copyright 1999 Heather Bahnmaier. All Rights Reserved.

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