The word of a wandering soul
Too old to recall yesterday,
Too young to foresee tomorrow.
Drowning in the shadow of time,
Laughing at those tears gone by.
Ｉ am tired of searching,
Yet scared of guessing.
My unwavering guiding star,
When to see thy sparking light?
From nothing I came,
To nothing I go.
Nothing to lose for me,
Apart from silence and tears.
Now just kill those pointless thoughts,
And feed the beast with fleeting feasts.
The love we've had and the love we've made,
Outweighs the pains we've taste.
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