There is a yearning you didn't have when u were young
A song that always went unsung
There is a longing that u hide from everyone's view
A dream about the end of you
The blissful slumber where u do not awake
Where u once made a prayer for your soul to take
Is now the yearning from your wretched soul
Because you cannot fill that wretched hole.
Blissful slumber comes someday,
And all your thoughts will float away…
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