So Close
As I walk through the sun
He who is none,
Calls my name
Time and Time again
I hear the beckoning, of my soul
He says it’s not out of my control
I should sing His song
Who is sung by none other, than the gone.
So alluring and inviting
He says there is no use in fighting
Why fight when it is pure serene
But, I am so close to sixteen.
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