You love to lose,
You live to die,
A life of blues,
I speak no lie.
Stand like stone,
To rise again,
Patience grown,
A heart to mend.
You must stand tall,
To clearly see,
To never fall,
Nor bend the knee.
Time moves on,
And so will you.
The sadness gone,
Your life anew.
By J.N
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
You love to lose,
You live to die,
A life of blues,
I speak no lie.
Stand like stone,
To rise again,
Patience grown,
A heart to mend.
You must stand tall,
To clearly see,
To never fall,
Nor bend the knee.
Time moves on,
And so will you.
The sadness gone,
Your life anew.
By J.N
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