The Doors

What was that promise that you made

Is what I'm hearing

As I'm rewinding to the past

To its music, its times

Its sentiments

As I live in the present

Stuck in its rhythm

That gets made with each day, each moment

I wonder of the promises that we made

Are they real?

Haunting

Shadows everywhere

Follow me 

As I turn the street corner

A dead man is being shown his end

With others watching, as it haunts my imagination.

I await The Guardian of Lost Souls.

"another head hangs lowly"

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