My words will remain...
Dead or a live. My words will remain. They will linger on just the same.
Wheather Dead or a live, my thoughts will be herd. Maybe they will
sooth a soul, when read, when felt, when herd.
My words will remain in cyber-space some where, some where, just
the same my words, will be herd.
Don't really care, if to some they don't matter, still the same, I've put
them out there, they will be herd.
Maybe! just maybe, one day. My wish will be herd, from life or my
grave may my children benifit. If not! my words will have still been herd.
Wheather Dead or a live, my thoughts will be herd. Maybe they will
sooth a soul, when read, when felt, when herd.
My words will remain in cyber-space some where, some where, just
the same my words, will be herd.
Don't really care, if to some they don't matter, still the same, I've put
them out there, they will be herd.
Maybe! just maybe, one day. My wish will be herd, from life or my
grave may my children benifit. If not! my words will have still been herd.
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