Experience accompanies my side
As we trot through stages of life
And when fearful failures press
I draw from within a deep breath
Breathe, Breathe.
Leave, Leave.
I sit and wonder why we pause
As if waiting for some closure
Back and forth you lovely pendulum
The essence of this seeping through
And I continue to sit
As time refuses to wait
Begotten sun, benevolent son
Passively hesitant with you
At Last eyes upon the gravestone
The essence of this seeping through
Beautiful is the face of my sorrow
As we trot through stages in life
Breathe…Leave.
Breathe…Leave.
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