A Slender Thread
There is a sense of one's own mortality,
in this brittle light of a cold winter's day.
There is a brave conspiracy,
That exclaims to be gay.
In this brittle light of a cold winter's day,
be not deceived by any brilliant leaf of red,
exclaiming to be gay.
For life swings by a slender thread.
Be not deceived by any brilliant leaf of red.
The fire will wane and turn to dust.
For life swings on a slender thread,
and I must know this,....know and trust
The fire will wane and turn to dust.
The bow of life's eternal form is bent,
and I must know this,....know and trust,
It is meant to be, with no relent.
The bow of life's eternal form is bent.
There is a brave conspiracy.
It is meant to be, with no relent.
There is a sense of one's own mortality.
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by Carrie Richards
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