Lost Thoughts
HOW COME THE SUN BRINGS ONE TO TEARS?
HOW CAN ONE STILL NOT GET OVER IT AFTER ALL THESE YEARS?
IT HAS BEEN ALMOST SIX YEARS AND STILL ONE DWELLS...
BOTH ONE AND OTHERS STILL CRY AND THEIR EYE SWELLS.
HE LEFT THIS WORLD AT AN EARLY AGE, AND REALLY QUICK...
ONE'S MOTHER STILL LOVED HIM, THOUGH HE WAS SO SICK.
IT'S HARD TO SAY, BUT ONE CANNOT REMEMBER HIS FACE,
AND NOT SURE IF HE MOVED ON TO A WORSE, OR BETTER PLACE.
ONE IS NOT SURE IF HE'D EVER BEEN SAVED BY THE LORD;
ONE CANNOT HELP BUT WONDER IF THAT DAY HE SOARED.
ONE THING IS FOR SURE, ONE'S LIFE WAS CHANGED FOREVER,
THERE'S NO WAY ONE COULD BE AT EASE, NOT SO CLEVER.
ONE WILL END THIS SO-CALLED "SKIT",
TALK OF NO MORE PAIN, NO MORE SHIT!
HOW CAN ONE STILL NOT GET OVER IT AFTER ALL THESE YEARS?
IT HAS BEEN ALMOST SIX YEARS AND STILL ONE DWELLS...
BOTH ONE AND OTHERS STILL CRY AND THEIR EYE SWELLS.
HE LEFT THIS WORLD AT AN EARLY AGE, AND REALLY QUICK...
ONE'S MOTHER STILL LOVED HIM, THOUGH HE WAS SO SICK.
IT'S HARD TO SAY, BUT ONE CANNOT REMEMBER HIS FACE,
AND NOT SURE IF HE MOVED ON TO A WORSE, OR BETTER PLACE.
ONE IS NOT SURE IF HE'D EVER BEEN SAVED BY THE LORD;
ONE CANNOT HELP BUT WONDER IF THAT DAY HE SOARED.
ONE THING IS FOR SURE, ONE'S LIFE WAS CHANGED FOREVER,
THERE'S NO WAY ONE COULD BE AT EASE, NOT SO CLEVER.
ONE WILL END THIS SO-CALLED "SKIT",
TALK OF NO MORE PAIN, NO MORE SHIT!
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