By: Roger Alderman
With each passing day, it gets
harder to find;
The way back from the dark of my
mind.
I try to hold and love you all;
But all this causes you each to
fall.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in
my years;
It’s that the way forward is
sometimes found through tears.
The end is no longer nigh and to
this I am sincere;
The next hurt I cause will only hurt
but a year.
When I am at last gone you will
undoubtedly grow;
The world will spin without me and
the wind will still blow.
I now bow my head and say my final
good byes;
Don’t be sad and wipe those tears
from your eyes.
I at last give to the darkness its
desire;
I enter the void my soul I retire.
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