How pathetic I must appear to be in your eyes!?
Cry while you die for me, every day,
Becoming. Redundant.
For the blind mAn walking billions of miles
On gravel roads with no shoes
Why? Is the question you ask yourself,
But have you ever REALLY thought about it?
Roll it over and ask yourself why you died,
My secret friend.
Then ask this:
Have you ever been around me?
Drowning and pounding in the water?
<with closed fists a tight chest gasping struggling air not attainable then giving in finally inhaling what was thought to be the end of me...>
But it turns out to be...
(A) new beginning.
While ancient DEATH sprouts new LIFE,
Here comes the one that I love
(I love)
Here comes the one that I love.
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