A Life with No End
A life with no end,an odd way of thinking,crys I hear deeply sinking.
Drowning slowly,being carried away by errors of life everyday.
A life with no end,an odd way of thinking,but to the one who hurts,
form a web of drinking.
With sips of wine,to bury the fears,torment takes place
covered by tears.
Tears of loneliness,with shattered dreams.
Loss of hope,now it seems.
Through the tears of cries, A voice I hear,"A life with no end,
how can this be?
Endless and pointless,things may be,
but never give up on visions you see.
Life begins, the moment troubles come,hold on and wait it out,
the place you stand will not last,
A Life With No End, an odd way of thinking,shows trials that came
without you sinking.
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