To A Dying Soul
Ghosts of a sinful past confine.
Coercing Eastern winds dominate.
Standing on the strings,
Between life
And death.
The is past unchangeable,
Forget it.
Steal every minute of life,
Of laughter, of greatness,
Back from the grasp of Death.
Take solace in your time for
It is the epitome of memory.
Resentment and regret gets painful.
Take your head out from you hands
And just know,
Everything will be what you make it.
Coercing Eastern winds dominate.
Standing on the strings,
Between life
And death.
The is past unchangeable,
Forget it.
Steal every minute of life,
Of laughter, of greatness,
Back from the grasp of Death.
Take solace in your time for
It is the epitome of memory.
Resentment and regret gets painful.
Take your head out from you hands
And just know,
Everything will be what you make it.
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