Nothing forever is waiting
None will be forever the same
So much of hurt's debating
Burning up its living flame
You and I stuck in its living
With everything falling apart
Nothing in return from its giving
Close to its coldness and heart
Nothing forever in return
Everything falls to its earth
Feelings out wither and burn
From its morning of birth
Love is a love to be broken
Wandering ways in its flight
Some not meant to be spoken
Words from a dream that hide
Nothing keeps still for promise
Everything goes to its past
Thoughts of a dream and a wish
That once was in height bombast
You and I motivating our while
Filling its emptiness on spot
All within texture and style
For what we in talent have got
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