Crule is the time that pass through the shadow.
Again do I see death and feel the pain it brings.
Again the light gose out, the sound of the phone
wakes me from peaceful sleep.
Again do tears fall for that of which is gone.
Again the question rises why not me.
Oh mearfull death don't you see it is not peace
you bring. Sorrow follows through you a river of tears
you mean. Yet through the cloulds i see thee will one day
come for me.
In loveing memory
of one named
Perry
by Caja
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