Death Raised Soul

by EthaniaShea   Aug 31, 2006


No other way to say
I will not stay
Strayed away
Oh & by this day

Feeling a deadly mold
Sensing cold
My soul will never be sold
People such as I, are the only bold

Missing you ever so much than before
Unknowingly "be" ever more
Our love to sore
To my heart you will see the closing of the door

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