The Promise of Life
A hole in the heart, a stab in the chest
A teardrop manifests
Before the waterfall of life sweeps in the strife
Into the salty sadness of life
Some people work all of their lives to harness
"True happiness"
When the catch of the game is of the
Highest price
Like a piece of paper crumpled
And crumpled again
The soul can never be mended
And can never be made whole again
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