Do you remember when we saw past tomorrow?

not wishing for the obis 

not singing for life to leave

not dreaming of the blackness


but were we ever?

did we not sing for life, if not to leave then to come?

did we not wish for something more?

did we not dream?

have we not have broken promises?

taken what was not ours?

I have. I'm guilty to be judged. Just pull the jury act for just a moment.

and see my lies. 

their in my eyes behind the curtain of my soul. 

you can see them if you watch but keep your worries.

'cause where i'm going i'm not coming back.

The End

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