A hand grasps my heart and soul
Minds race as now feel whole
Imagining a future declined by so few
Do i fight to save me to save you?
Angels fly through the air with grace
Can't keep on this painted smile to keep face
Trying to fight the inevitable is beyond cruel
Feeling foolish and always being the fool
Road ends here as the track subsides
Where the inevitable truth duly hides
Unknowing is the shoulder meat to fall
Fetal position crawled up and small
Light flash then dark to take upon me
Nothing to know and nothing but fear to see
A white glove awakens my body and mind
Is this the moment where fate becomes blind
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