In the end
In the end
Cry like a little child
Lost in the air
Spread the virus gentle and mild
No one even care.
In the end
In the end
Singing like a swan
In an endless river
Blood of a man
Lies of a treacherous chain of silver.
In the end
In the end
You'll see a shadow
Chasing the light
Singing so mellow
Screaming with fright
In the end, there's no sun
No moon, shining pure white
Calling me out in midnight
In the end, there's no more fun.
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Nice poem that trigers my mind to ponder on the endless end portrayed. However, end has no end for when an end ended another end begins. thanks for sharing the beauty of your soul and the gentleness of your pen. I wish to know you more dear lovely maiden. love lots, melvin