When the dust begins to settle in say-
One hundred years from this very day.
Will you be at my side wrapped in eternity;
Or shall we stay soaked in uncertainty?
We both know that being alone is my fear-
I've made dreadful mistakes to all I hold dear.
So before the dead end sign comes along,
Let the light guide us to the stage of our swan song.
Hand in hand or side by side, it's down to you and I-
Before one hundred years pass and long before we die;
Love me here in this instant, and in this very day,
In this moment, I am within reach to meet you halfway.
Always the peace maker am I, no joy is found in spite-
Whether in love, friends, or to those who hear the words I write.
So before one hundred days pass by in a flicker and flash,
Find joy in each day, before these words burn and fly as ash...
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