Go On

Please let my last words
Be poetic
Oh thy sinner and saint
We all die the same,
Going back to where we came from,
I can’t wait,
But I will
Over the mountains
And far away
I have all the room to grow,
So I will not yet let go
I’ll make it to the end
Of this long and weary distance
Oh believe me, I’ll fight
Hug the pillow tighter
Through each night
As the tears roll down
Thought by thought
Carrying on
Like a soldier with a battle wound
Trying to find the bullet’s entry point

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