Mother Nature
You Can Break Me But
You can never kill me.
As long as nature is changing the seasons,
The trees will grow around my grave
I’ll always be ready for death,
But I’m also prepared for life
Try and kill all of me,
But you never will
The Stars never end and the
Center of the planet is burning within my soul
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