A voice within calls out to deep,
begging to be heard.
Something must be left behind,
but how to find the words?
In dreams the inspiration soars,
but waking eyes find wilted song.
A voice within cries out to deep
and I must find a way,
to capture something that will last
beyond my dying day.
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A very deep thought, looking to have memories rich enough to carry with you into the next realm. We certainly don't want to look back at our lives in regret. This feeling is experienced by many. Well-penned.
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