Friday, November 18, 2016

Broken Hearted

In morning there's always the light
Hard to imagine it in the dark we live

They say there's light at the end of the tunnel
Hard to believe when all there is right now is gray

Standing in the shadows that morning holds near
It's the evening that we all fear

You always said you wanted wings,
But that was hard to believe in

esoteric, philosophic meanderings

It's not like you struck or hate
you chose to save a life
so when you see your maker be sure to share this with him tonight
without you, the life you leave isn't one worth living


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