empty rooms and lonely nites
torn papers scribbled full
many hours wasted away
things for juz somebody nvr meant for
times are hard when things haf got no meanin
time ran out
the light of life went out
flowers upon the mount
restin till the fallin petals count
the sun has set
where the horizon met
time to spread ur wings
its love tats this life brings
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