One day

The world will end

And then

Beauty will be here again

All my friends

No one will

Be here then


Softer winds will push the sands

And I'll watch

As God moves His hands


Take some shape

A form

It looks like red to me

Over there to watch and stare

What emptiness lies in eternity

And loneliness won't be with me

And pain will fall away

Away into shapes

Seven mysteries

Past, now, yet to come


Tear shaped hearts

Accompany the ones

That shall walk

No more

In His hands

He shall keep

In His hands

He shall hold

Me to sleep

One more time

Once more

To close my eyes

And never open them again

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