As the heart lies in a dormant sleep,
It's memories fade, day by day.
Never knowing whatever it wants,
It feeds itself unwanted lust.
Week by week, it slowly dies.
From all the suffering - it can't survive.
There will come a time, When the true light will shine,
And heal all of it's chaos,
Created by mankind.
Gently, gently the sorrow goes away,
Slowly awakening to see the day.
Fulfilling it's dreams, living it's life,
Until it sees the day of night.
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