Sitting outside the chapel walls, listening to the beauty
of a song floating gently to my ears.
This music fills me with saddened yearnings left behind
from youth.
Life gone by with no love spent, a difficult way to grow
up, knowing nothing can be done about it, crying tears
from youthened memories.
Life no longer carries with it, promises made in youth,
as an adult, silently looking for it, knowing it shall
never be found, not even a sliver of hope to hold on to.
Forever going on, living in despair, pretending that life
has been good and love never far away.
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