For the world has something to say
if you only give it the time
that it takes for a heart to die.
you would ask for yourself alone.
Would you, in your arrogant ways,
ignore the voice of despair?
Walk past with an air of disdain?
Remember those who have left us.
You, mighty heir of tomorrow,
with the plain grace of touch and psalm
give faith to those who need it most.
For in you, with you, I believe.
But, what strength and vice this shadow
seemingly grows and takes such hold
of my fear that you, too, shall leave.
But, my love lives past the mourning.
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