been told life's troubles one has to share...
but only with those souls who truly care.
There lies the puzzle you just can't solve...
if one's a true soul or on a evil resolve.
What's in the past is not meant to be...
What's in the future you can't see.
Where you came from you can't go...
Where you will be you can't know.
When the thunderstorm has passed away...
when the mighty oak has lost its sway...
when far away flashes lights the way...
moments that grip you, makes you pray...
It's the stillness that'll set you free...
Your tears washed away with glee...
In her eternal cold embrace you'll finally see...
a place where you are finally meant to be.
¿;-)
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