Cold is your heart and your soul...
Or do you hide that you cry yourself to sleep?
Under the dark of night you sit, longing...
Rise, let your soul see the light that could be free...
Guilty in death, that is your fate...
Ever wonder if you had done what was right, would you be here?
It's curious how so many of these now feel like they address a person or persons that are familiar to you? Is that so?
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