As the river flows, so does the blood through my veins. When the sun sets over the mountain tops-darkness Consumes my soul. Fear enters my eyes and anger into my soul.
Death calls to me. Forcing me to wonder empty and alone. Searching for a safe haven, a person or place to call my own.
The scent of a rose I can no longer smell. The sound of laughter as the children play will there ever come that day
A life filled with passion and love, laughter and joy seems so far away. I can only pray there will come a day when the sun will Once again rise and death won’t call to me.
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When the sun sets over the mountain tops-darkness
Consumes my soul.
Fear enters my eyes and anger into my soul.
Death calls to me. Forcing me to wonder empty and alone.
Searching for a safe haven, a person or place to call my own.
The scent of a rose I can no longer smell.
The sound of laughter as the children play will there ever come that day
A life filled with passion and love, laughter and joy seems so far away.
I can only pray there will come a day when the sun will
Once again rise and death won’t call to me.