An open switch,
An open wound.
Those vacant eyes,
A soul marooned.
Constricted hope,
And drying tears.
There's no relief,
From deathbed fears.
No hands to hold,
No fight remains.
What prayers to say?
When the spirit wanes.
An open wound.
Those vacant eyes,
A soul marooned.
Constricted hope,
And drying tears.
There's no relief,
From deathbed fears.
No hands to hold,
No fight remains.
What prayers to say?
When the spirit wanes.
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Recently I walked through the corridors of a hospital and the ghosts of sorrow were everywhere.
To view all parts of Sadness, select the label, "sadness in three parts".
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