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Death Will Cry: A Song Of Pain By David Barnum
Dreams will fly, as the crisp death leaves Fingers painfully will try, a slip with seeds Trying too hard with a sigh and a dip of deeds Just when you die, the flip of your head bleeds
Your words are trying to tell a story of pain With your sighing--it is a toy for no gain Hearts of dying--a sound, being coy forever to drain But as the singing dies, your mind like a boy, can't see the lain
Breathless voices move across the misty land Fingers embracing a wooden cross that will bend Walking with you, hand and hand, as I toss the sand The tears will flow, as the chaos as we stand
Deeds of a sorrow that weeps in nothing but fear Words will billow, seeks ideas for everything near Eyes will bring wallow, as it speaks in something close to your ear They will only follow the blood that sleeps that will woe to not be clear
Whispers of a death with slow, motionless sighs Emotions running of faith will glow, but not the cries That force of love in birth to show forever in lies Blood will bring the growth--never flow in goodbyes
_________________ --------------------------------------------------- Time will tell, as things come Come to it all, will never end ---------------------------------------------------
You will never know what my pain is untill its too late. Never for my heart to fall in pieces as with the blood that drips.
Du kummt..........
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