Can see into the heart of my soul
Though the star give light to all I delight,
all I see is darkness
I think that I was born blind
Or maybe just my mind
Has always told me to run
Away from the setting sun
All things beautiful I long to touch
To grab, to hold, to clutch.
Closely
Yet that bridge where the second life begins
Where death always gets his win
Looks all the more appealing
Death is coming, hands stealing.
Red cast iron and cables stretched
- across the world but not far fetched-
It Makes life painful for many
While painkillers for one role in plenty
Was that just a dream I had
Or is everyday this bad?
An illusion,
Mocking my vision I look to the sky
But it is a lie
And the bridge keeps creaking in the wind
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