A Procession of Souls
Though we are fallen,
we can still find beauty.
And gentle spirits,
clothed in living flesh.
The world of woe,
will still have its graces.
There flows a current,
upon the dark river.
That holds truth in life,
following the hard path.
Reaching for the stars,
we survive the crush.
Yet we cannot hold,
the weight forever more.
when spirit crosses,
and light fills the darkness.
Maybe then we'll find,
the love that was promised,
a long time ago!
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