Crossover

I see the light I see the tunnel 
I fight with might precise 
Flash backs and advice
I hear a familiar voice 
Leaves me with no choice 
Poise on my posture 
Back boned chilled of a sixth sense
Book of life show me what I have done 
Holder of keepers can you show me the gates 
A colorful display a scene of the ages 
To be gone like the wind 
To become with one

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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