THE LAST WORD
I stand with my soul bear,
So with these words I share.
When a man stands alone,
He shall fall with broken bones.
Even with a heart of stone,
His last breath shall be no more than a moan.
His last words will matter not,
Even as they come out as a shout.
No one will listen to his words,
For they sound odd and absurd.
With a careful ear,
The words will sound so clear.
At first his words will sound rant and rave,
But the words shall be for his soul to be saved.
For a man may choose to stand alone,
But the fate of his soul is never etched in stone.
So with these words I share.
When a man stands alone,
He shall fall with broken bones.
Even with a heart of stone,
His last breath shall be no more than a moan.
His last words will matter not,
Even as they come out as a shout.
No one will listen to his words,
For they sound odd and absurd.
With a careful ear,
The words will sound so clear.
At first his words will sound rant and rave,
But the words shall be for his soul to be saved.
For a man may choose to stand alone,
But the fate of his soul is never etched in stone.
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