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Bereavement
The clock has an always moving hand,
Death strikes,
Would you understand?
This venture into freedom,
Is all but a scam,
Only just a man,
Living through bereavement.
Hard to face the seasons.
Try to make a new face, but can only hear a grievance
From the whole world, asking him to leave it.
It's hard, it's hard.
On the outside, looking for some reasons
He still has a heart,
But the grave took his feelings.
"Life has no limit" but he seems to always find a ceiling.
Do you understand?
Would you understand?
Dead and gone, he lost his love,
A mirror image of what once he was,
Down in the ground, buried and deceased,
Exactly where he wishes to be.
