z. 0-61. Untitled

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Child of the world
Welcome to the orphanage
A place to cast your spells
Your hopes and dreams
Are more than just a fantasy.

 

Close your eyes
Behold what friendship
Lies is true loneliness.

 

Time fades the world around you
Faces are born and pass to another.

 

Memories remain to be left untold
Refrain secrecy
Leave the hands that hold your vision
For the cries of many fall upon deaf ears.

 

Find the nourishment to be tasted
Only and yet not consumed.

 

As the fire destroys itself
And water flows in support of a branch.

 

Extend yourself towards the sun
With outstretched arms.

 

Smile for happiness
Mourn for sorrow.

 

Be the path that some will venture
The sacred passage others read.

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