Acting on old, fragile faith, we aren't alone
Singing my song, gracing a tone
How to condone
Where to move further, when to ensure
Death is much stronger than life we endure
What was said, now fades away
Bright as a star, short like the day
Take another gasping breath my friend
Mutter so softly, this is the end
Sunday, August 30, 2009
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