Brought Back
The feeling that feels nothing
The thought that leaves nothing to think
Crying crystals that run down my cheek
Beat up what is life left to be?
Close to the heart yet far from man kind
Easier a secret harder to hide
To become one with the creator
And never to wonder
Though body is gone spirit is not
Heart only lost, love is sought
Tought from a young age
When older gone far away
Brought back from where I was taken from
Brought back to my creator, who I love
The feeling that feels nothing
The thought that leaves nothing to think
I am fulfilled again
Ready to live
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