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### [Verse 1]
The kitchen wall is a paper trail of **Will**,
Yellow squares of ink where time stands still.
You left a note to buy the bread and milk,
Small talk written down in graphite silk.
But the "Will" in every sentence lost its way,
From a future tense to a "used-to-be" today.
I’m staring at your cursive, sharp and thin,
Wondering where your words end—and the silence begins.
### [Chorus]
Is there **Good-Will** waiting past the blue?
Or is the "Will" just a ghost I’m clinging to?
If I find the gate and I walk right in,
Will you recognize the skin I’m in?
Or is a heavenly mind too clear and wide
To remember the girl on the other side?
Oh, William, are you still a "Who"...
Or just a **Will-o’-the-wisp** I’m following through?
### [Verse 2]
Our last talk was a **short-form** debt,
A "see you soon" that hasn't happened yet.
We left the porch light on, a hollow spark,
Now I’m reading your **Will** in the dark.
Not the one with lawyers and the seals,
But the one that tells me how a memory feels.
You put these notes up just a breath ago,
A paper harvest that’ll never grow.
### [Bridge]
They say that Heaven’s where the soul is free,
But if you’re free, do you still need me?
Is **re-cognition** a gift they give the blessed,
Or is forgetting the only way to truly rest?
I’m scared I’ll arrive and you’ll look right through,
Searching for a version of me you never knew.
### [Guitar Solo]
*(Slow, melodic picking, echoing the vocal melody of the chorus)*
### [Outro]
I’m keeping the notes where the light can hit,
A little bit of **Will**—just a little bit.
I’ll see you later... or so I hope.
Tying my heart to a paper rope.
Yeah, William...
I hope you still have the **Will** to know me.
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HarmonySonata753
