To our lost soul
That cannot breath
To all friends and familly
Death isn't a myth
But a reality we wish hardly
To get as when lost in a forest and we don't find our way back
Surch a lovely pleasure in the midst of clarity
All things said has no more power
They are spread like bubles in the wind
Like flowers petals in the breeze
O how I wish some can understand
My banners and my weapons
Against my wandering soul
How I wish to spent time to do it well
Till my last breath I won't cease
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