I sing as I was the wind
And burn like the fire..
Trembled cold ice lives in my heart.
Racing are my words..
They twine together as one.
But they are living together as two.
Roses that are grey..and oceans no longer blue..
A bridge not to be crossed,
A church not to be kneeled in..
Once at peace, resting 4 eternal bounds,
Only then will I live.
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