The humor of the IsShows sad sometimesThe results oftenPlay with the mind The greatest thingAnyone could doIs to ask for helpTo make it through What higher an honorCould ever beWhen
The humor of the IsShows sad sometimesThe results oftenPlay with the mind The greatest thingAnyone could doIs to ask for helpTo make it through What higher an honorCould ever beWhen
As I sat and watched the sun had gone downInto a world of darkness I was foundThe deepness, loneliness, and yes not a soundSilence, the peace of night, my refuge
A great thirst arisesFor it is something newA great threat appearsFrom the past to haunt A fear so greatYou don’t know what to doA need so strongYou’re filled with want
Do you ever have that feelingThat we met long agoStraight talk and fair dealingKnowing each other just so Mind touching mindThrough laughter and tearsIn this life so hard to findWith
THE SOUND OF DEATHALL SURROUNDTHE TASTE OF GRIEFBITTER STRONG VACANT EYESSO OLD AND WORNBROKEN HEARTSSO HURT AND TORN LIGHT HAS FADEDDREAMS HAVE DIEDSOULS ARE JADEDMONSTERS RIDE SHADES OF BLACK AND
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