The echo of a soul is me
It’s all that’s left of what you see
At one time I was whole and pure
Joyful, happy, and demure
But then this life, it took a twist
And now my soul is sorely missed
I am a wraith, I am not free
An echo of what once was me
If only fate would give it back
Not one moment would I waste or lack
But time is stubborn and I’m here
A hollow shell of strife and fear
I only know pain and fatigue
And through the years it’s eaten me
Now all that’s left a souls echo
Just half a life that cannot go
J.D. Garrett
December 31, 2008


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