The Story of a Life
Tell me that not one of you have ever felt this way...waiting, wondering, contemplating, then to feel it all slip away.
Many years of misjudgment and tears
Have left you like a rug;
Dirty and stained.
People walking on you every day.
Only leaving behind the footprints
That stains your heart with sorrow.
You know you can never go back.
The clocks in your head only move forward.
Maybe you're more like a plexiglass window.
One with many cracks and smudges.
Left untouched for fear you would break.
Frailty has cost you your life.
Untouched and unloved for eternity.
You are lost in your own mind,
Drowning in your own thoughts.
Breaths are getting short,
The sands of time slip through your fingers.
Have left you like a rug;
Dirty and stained.
People walking on you every day.
Only leaving behind the footprints
That stains your heart with sorrow.
You know you can never go back.
The clocks in your head only move forward.
Maybe you're more like a plexiglass window.
One with many cracks and smudges.
Left untouched for fear you would break.
Frailty has cost you your life.
Untouched and unloved for eternity.
You are lost in your own mind,
Drowning in your own thoughts.
Breaths are getting short,
The sands of time slip through your fingers.
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