so far I come
so close I am
to my grave
after been brave
life you are a dream
a fading dream
like a candle
tricky to handle
as the mad wind
our souls you win
shame is your weakness
but you prove your carelessness
here I am in dust
others will also rust
then why ought to worry
only for you not to hurry
so will my chest
be at rest
you need my trust
time will just
I don't know what to say
only to pray
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