To each his own
Hopes none, lives many
Stars fallen, on the ground beneath
Buried souls, inside the cold
Breathing, yet dead in the living.
Dawn’s coming, but the light unseen
Dark clouds, over the stormy sea
Crashing waves, dragging underneath
Sinking sand, going in deep.
Wailing voices, in deaf ears
Reaching out, unnoticed tears
“No time, can’t be there for you
On your own, I have mine too.”
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