Peter B. Parker & Mary Jane Watson

Tried to walk together
But the night was growing dark
Thought you were beside me
But I reached and you were gone

Sometimes I hear you calling
From some lost and distant shore
I hear you crying softly
For the way it was before

Where are you now? Are you lost? Will I find you again?
Are you alone? Are you afraid? Are you searching for me?

Отредактировано Peter B. Parker (2022-01-24 01:32:02)