Empty Things
Oh the horror and the sorrow
It just goes on
An endless sea of tomorrow
When so young the body worship
Attached to flesh
We pay in tears for obsession
Breathtaking heart aching young love
Two souls entwined
But time will tear apart despite of
from our hearts we birth new beings
hold and protect
But in the end just empty things
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