Another ring on the trunk of the tree
time is passing, we're growing old,
oh the longings, can we be free?
the future is coming but still we grow cold
the past only do we love
scared of the coming day
still the warmth from the one above
we know is with us, forever to stay
please Lord, please be near
take my heart, remove my fear
ALSO MY NEXT POST WILL BE A REALLY LONG ONE BUT I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE THE PATIENCE TO READ IT
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