Endings

The days without ends nights wishing for lovers to mend A wife holding her husband, she no longer knows children, I will never have time for their forgiveness mending from a life filled only with grief and sadness which of these days will show me my end promising a day, that will take endless regrets a lonely lifetime, built without even a breath of fun these nights we have nothing, but a bowl of hot dew take a life to which you add a false laugh and a fake smile and the truth will hide beneath shallow sounds from our tears mothers and fathers end in divorce brothers and sisters, never to meet their next of kin the kind words from a passing stranger is all that keeps you earthbound waiting for your turn, to head beneath the ground oh, what a heavenly sound

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