So here it is the end of the road…
No need to wonder, there’s no where to go
Thrice she’d taken the steps toward a goal
Thrice she’d been sent away, the answer still no
Not one to give up so easily…
But there comes a time, promises are readily
Made and then broken, like her heart completely
No route left open, so she’ll sit and wait, solitarily
Till the end of her life, till the end of the earth
Till the oceans burst forward teaming with rebirth
Till the hurt and shame is truly forgotten
And all that is now, will be gone, rotten
All that is now will be gone, forgotten…
Alone and forgotten…
All that seems of great import
Will have no more hold over her impure heart
And her soul will fly far above, away and apart
From the treacherous terrain, where living restarts
Till the end of her life, till the end of the earth
Till the oceans burst forward teaming with rebirth
Till the love that festers will burst, and be forgotten
And all that is now, will forever be dead, rotten
And all that is now… will just be forgotten…
Forgotten…
And her soul will fly far above, away and apart
From the treacherous terrain, and living will restart
And her soul as it is now will be but rotten
And all that is now… will just be forgotten
Just simply forgotten…
Forgotten…
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