As Times Passes

Time passes by

Trampling over mothers

Fathers, sons and daughters

No way at all,

Death from a fall,

Far from grace

Distant, lonely place

Shadows adrift

Further apart

Eternal souls

Evil hearts

Deceit so cold,

A dreadful state,

Myriad of hate

For love so true

Oh, I long to see You

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