A wise soul has traveled to me,
Its body has stayed,
Its tears have been pained,
To do what can't be fun,
Try to fly away, to run,
To see the sun,
To end all the suffering,
To crash a ship, destroy the gun,
Pave a road, and undo what I've said,
To be a musician,
To lie in the flower's bed,
To compose what I've done,
Come time, come,
But I've got the ending,
Troubles no longer pending,
A couple not bending,
Still images in the grass that I'm sending,
I know we can live 'til the mending,
I've got hope for life,
To get through the strife,
Cause I've got a partner for flight,
Someone to take me through the night,
Someone for life,
Artful colors with powerful blendings,
Always wondered the way my life would turn out,
Was always full of doubt,
But now with that soul I've got the ending,
No more droughts,
I feel proud,
- Author: Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 3rd, 2018 01:32
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 19
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