A blade upon the wrist evades in time,
A blade upon the heart scars for life.
Heed this advice and you’ll make it through,
Memories of present and past,
Time just seems to go by so fast.
As one door opens, another closes,
From the first time I held your hand,
To the first time we played in the sand.
My heart warmed, with feelings of ore,
Oh radiant love, though pure at heart,
hath only torn us further apart.
Once no more, we heed this sore,
Not a penny to my name,
Such a man be put to shame.
I hath no place I call home,
Time has run out, all hope is lost.
It’s time to move on, for my blood hath cost.
My life, run short, but these memories remain.
Many a choice we may face in life.
Although which way, I cannot say.