Some say:
Life’s a river
Turns the boulders in your soul
Into stones, then pebbles then dust
And so it is with me
That the pain I know
Is fading with time
Love lost
Freedom lost
And the longest line
Cease to burn
A hole in my heart
If only because I know
That this time of ashes
Will come to an end
Before I’m old and grey
So let time shape
This existence into something more
Than just surviving
And let bloom the flowers
Of joy and content
That we may walk
On blessed earth
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