Forgive and flee

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Here, lay my friend upon this bed,
His naked soul, now, frozen dead.
In his sunken eyes, oh, what I see,
Oh, what I see,
His hopeless hopes forgive and flee.

Amongst these whistling winds that blow
His silenced screams, along, do flow.
I touched his ruins and stood aghast,
His naked soul’s, now, lone at last.

Perhaps, he’d reached a turning tide
And wished to see the other side.
A step to see tomorrowland,
And feel his feet touch a new sand.

Will soon, my friend, his life bygone,
Plunge forth to seek his awaiting dawn,
But I wish to meet him one last time,
But I wish to meet him one last time.

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