My Grave
The clock is ticking on the wall
I know I will live through the storm
My grave is hollow:
Cold and empty inside
I live in the grave yard where
Sun never shines
And don't want to live I don't want to die
I just want to be and learn how to fly
At night, in the dark no power in heart
I hear fading voices the voices of lie
The day and the sun I'm all happy and bright
I hear dark whispers, they say time to die
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