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Sometimes, the eyes belie the body |
| A body young, with eyes so old A horrible story and tales to be told A life so short, and yet too long A depressing ballad, a saddening song Too old to live, yet too young to die Too old to keep watching days go by Secrets untold, and feelings unshared Afraid to know whether anyone cared Fear of life, yet not of death Not afraid to breathe the last breath Can’t remember, but can’t forget All the hardships and challenges met All that is wanted is a final end All that is wanted is a real, true friend Someone to share everything that’s been seen A shoulder to use to cry on and lean But tears won’t come, they’ve all gone away Nor words for that matter, there’s nothing to say No one to love, no one to hate No way to evade this unnatural fate Tired of death, tired of life Tired of being stabbed with a knife A body young, with eyes so old A horrible story and tales to be told |