SOULS:THE HEART CRY
We live, we die Our breathe, not far from ceasing Life itself, a race To destinations known Though denied by many We wish, we really wish It all turns out fine When at the bridge, Our closed eyes cross over. But wishes unfortunately, Have their own wishes The men we see, Treasured by their maker, Yet unaware of his loving thoughts Roam all through their existence, Leaving him sad and heart bled The men we don't know about, Comforters of the bled, Have sold their existence The roamers, to save We live, we die, Time is a mirage, We do all we can, To rest perfectly at last. Sapphire