The End
My soul released that it may flyon the wings of forgotten memories.
Embittered tears I start to cry
in proof of the pain noone can see.
As the end times of my life draws nye
deep down I sink in dark despair.
No strength to live nor will to die,
Lost, forlorn, noone to care.
So give me strength and show me reason
to suffer on in silent prayer
through another cold and lonely season
berect of heartfelt memories shared
with that one I love.
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