#0060

In the deepest part of my heart
Lives a girl still devoted to you. 
I am never aware of her as she sleeps
But when she stirs a hollow ache
Drifts through the town
Where she lives and breathes you. 


The pain that she causes numbs and chills
But I think I detect a weakness in her.
As time goes on she sleeps more and more. 
Her skin, once lovely and full of joy,
Becomes grey and pale as she loses youth. 
She wakes less and is stiller in sleep. 


In the deepest part of my heart
She used to be actively running around
Yet now she wakes only when she hears
A distant familiar melody. 
It calls her straight to the station
Of her dutiful longing. 


I wonder if there's a boy in your heart
That still pays his devotion to me. 
He may be fading but part of him 
Will slumber there in your bosom forever. 
His ghost drifting through the town,
Passing more vibrant youths.