My Life; An Idle Tear

 My Life; An Idle Tear

My Life; A bed of thorns,
With no roses on the way,

An endless valley of drenched nights,

to make me doom, gloom and grey.

My Life; A rejected old mosaic,

with no pieces of grace,

keep of feeling, should I, 

is the saying of the old ways.

My Life; An idle tear,

having no way but to fall,

breaking into worthless pieces,

like nothing, nothing at all.

My Life; A journey through darkness,

with no stars on the way,

the depth is the utter sadness,

sadness along she stays.

My Life; more like a death,

with no grave, or rejected or left,

sadly I lived and sadly I die,

and this be, nay the verse you grave,

when I say goodbye.

SPIRITLESS HE LIVED; BADLY TO BE LOVED,

LOVE WAS HIS PEARL, BADLY HE LOVED,

PRESENT LIFE AND ALL LIVES, IF GIVEN THROUGH,

HE SHALL ALWAYS LOVE CARE AND REMEMBER YOU.

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