Our Existance
Fearful are we all to the call of death
To things that lead us down a road to insurrection,
But in an instance came what’s left
To the miracle of our existence!
Blow on the sounds through darkened sky
Where time passes swiftly on;
Until in the silence that we perceive
Appeared thoughts of our existence!
Speak below thy breath of wayward seas
The crash of its thundered waves,
Here in the wonder of seasons change
And the miracle of its existence!
Sometimes we fill our lungs with songs of life,
Sometimes with those of sad regret,
Sometimes is held what trust instills
And the miracle of its existence!
Good-by to lines of moral verse,
Farewell to a summer rain,
Good-by what’s held over those instilled
And the miracle of our existence!
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