Death of Tomorrow
The death of tomorrow
Brings my soul great sorrow,
And so I ask myself,
Am I in this mode of stealth?
The death of yesterday
Brings my soul pain today,
And so I ask him,
Why is life this dim?
He stares deep into my soul,
And it's there I see what he stole.
A single tear escapes me,
And I am all but free.
And so the death in my past,
is but a reflection that will last,
And so I ask everyone around,
Would you forget me when I'm down?
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