The sky is falling on me
For the earth to buries me
The fluid of gloom flowing
in the river of my soul
Life and light
looming on my inside
What ever tomorrow bring,
The coffin to corrode
My flesh
The chance to cry in my smiles
Wish whisper
And I wonder
The hand that made me
is undoing me
A morsel of strength
left in me
I will not bow for odds
My faith still breath
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