Somewhere in the stream of time
Where one's who lost people precious to them
Seek release in the worst way
I reside...
From death to pain
And other sorts of shameful ways
To passion
And yet
I've seen them all
I've watched souls devour one another
I've seen beings with the will to change
There very "Being"
I am not god not I'm I one
No I too am a soul who
Lost someone precious
So I can understand
The deep sadness others bare
The over whelming pain some fight
That wanting to turn back the hands of time
unfortunately we can't
Were insignificant to the whole of the universe and master plan
But still
losing anything is never insignificant
In comparison to "him" and life
