Sneering from the Ashes of a Past I cannot deny
nor excuse, ,
Shines the Red Glow of Evil Eyes
coming back again to accuse and abuse
Yes, I've some deep stains upon my Soul
I'm not all that proud of those
But tell me friend
How's a Child suppose to grow?
Well alright then
Changes come as we all know
but, , ,
Those old ashes still maintain their glow
I've changed as much as any one can
Hell, I'm not even close to being
that same old man
Ashes to ashes and, ,
dust to dust, ,
everything suffers impermanence
falls to Rust
If anything I was,
came back again, , ,
it's just a shadow
of yesterday
and not well Planned
I mean, ,
I try and sometimes I get it right
but the changes in me can fade
if you look at them right
they come back around
on those darkest of Nights
Oh well, Life is for living
varied experience, ,
sometimes we get it right
and sometimes, we just don't make sense ~~~ End
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