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Life is a Journey of Death
I walk alone through this lonely planet,
My days buried in cold dust.
Looking through my dead eyes,
Toward an empty horizon,
To find a place I would belong at last.
I wove the eternity of time into my depth,
Heard the culling of human,
And the earth they left.
I hope of a new dawn as seasons turn blue,
Plague colors my faith inside, that I hold true.
Sun descends on a gray world that made us be,
Lets a ripple reach the stars, the silent water is me.
A freezing rain falls from the sky,
As I smell the sea I always held dear.
Whispers to me the secrets untold,
Advent of a suffocation still draws near.
My days buried in cold dust.
Looking through my dead eyes,
Toward an empty horizon,
To find a place I would belong at last.
I wove the eternity of time into my depth,
Heard the culling of human,
And the earth they left.
I hope of a new dawn as seasons turn blue,
Plague colors my faith inside, that I hold true.
Sun descends on a gray world that made us be,
Lets a ripple reach the stars, the silent water is me.
A freezing rain falls from the sky,
As I smell the sea I always held dear.
Whispers to me the secrets untold,
Advent of a suffocation still draws near.
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