My soul, it aches
For those I can no longer find
Now that my world darkened
And my heart went blind.
In Heaven, I dont want
Streets of gold or lavish homes.
It's a field of lost hopes and dreams,
And every lost love -- in race we'd meet.
The world is so bland and dull,
Yet with new love I try to spread
In hopes of brightening new souls
And maybe, just maybe honor my dead.
Death is woman who's always been impatient,
Yet every day and every night,
I close my eyes and softly beg,
That she not curse me with her blight --
Please not now. Just one more night.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 5:25 AM UTC
My soul, it aches
For those I can no longer find
Now that my world darkened
And my heart went blind.
In Heaven, I dont want
Streets of gold or lavish homes.
It's a field of lost hopes and dreams,
And every lost love -- in race we'd meet.
The world is so bland and dull,
Yet with new love I try to spread
In hopes of brightening new souls
And maybe, just maybe honor my dead.
Death is woman who's always been impatient,
Yet every day and every night,
I close my eyes and softly beg,
That she not curse me with her blight --
Please not now. Just one more night.
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