The things that were once sweet are now sour
Holding it together every hour
Of every day
No time to play
Just to pray
Pray and pray the same thing every day
That you don’t decay
So you plant a seed
You turn into a tree
As you are gone it grows and grows
Because your pain is what makes its soil rich
Your body the roots
And your soul the fruits.
How lovely now it is to live.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 12:30 AM UTC
The things that were once sweet are now sour
Holding it together every hour
Of every day
No time to play
Just to pray
Pray and pray the same thing every day
That you don’t decay
So you plant a seed
You turn into a tree
As you are gone it grows and grows
Because your pain is what makes its soil rich
Your body the roots
And your soul the fruits.
How lovely now it is to live.
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