I looked upon the dying river
A king I am crowned by the light
Gazing to the wonder that battles my whisper
So tall it stands, challenging my might
The past was certain, the past was dark
The now is frail unable to fight
The strength of a candle with powerful sparks
Stabbing my night with swords of light
One breath of spring
Brings the scent
Of good times
Sun light it brings
To the bends
Of the night
Only an old tree
Can understand
The thick flesh
That can’t feel
In the palm of the hand
Long has it been
Since that skin was feeling
Long has it been
Since was stopped the bleeding
And the dirt has robbed
The senses of the hand
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