Alone
As strong as the rivers
That flow through my soul
A heart that has become
As dark as coal
Is existing in a world
Without love nor pain
Is exaistance in a world
filled with hate and vain
Liveing to die
Dieing to live
Are rivers with tides
That will never give
Peace of mind to the soul
I long to find
In death it will come
But may fall on eyes that are blind
Copyright © Joseph Fritz | Year Posted 2013
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