Forevermore
From the many roots,
To the darkest depts,
And sudden clouds,
In each and every step.
You steer right away,
From the sudden morn,
Everyone will be watching,
Not one to be torn.
I see that youre fading,
Time is wasted,
Like water pouring,
A rain while its storming.
That one to love,
And many more,
Perhaps we leave,
Forevermore.
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