This one is at least 20 years old. That’s all I remember.
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This is the death that walks.
This is the void that talks.
This is the stone that bleeds.
This is the soul that needs.
This is the dark that sees.
This is the bond that frees.
These are our hopes and dreams.
This is our life.
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October 1, 2012 at 9:29 pm
jannatwrites
I like how it started out dark and filled with despair, but by the end, I felt a sense of hope. I think you got it right – that is pretty much life.
October 2, 2012 at 8:40 am
momsomniac
thank you