Sometimes we take for granted
what we have and make a wish
to change things.
But when they change
we regret it
for we are not the same beings.
We wish for it all to go back,
but sometimes the strength we lack.
We look forward,
we look backward,
but our hope is dark.
On the darkest night,
we look for a light.
One that can't be found
for within shadow's it is bound.
The moon is gone,
and we're alone.
Left to fight
with all our might
for that which is not here,
a love that is nowhere near.
We are lost'in this winter frost,
abandoned and uncared for,
searching for the broken door.
A door that is marked exit
that just doesn't exist.
Truth be told
we're lost in the fold...
In the end we welcome death,
whispering, "I love you" with our last breath
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