Still Waters Run Deep
The spark of life that once was treasured
So near the end that now is measured
The depth and breadth of a deep dark hole
Beneath the still waters of my soul
Old memories fade as time goes by
So what's the point of me asking why
Buried and forgotten's not my goal
Beneath the still waters of my soul
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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