Lifes form
As I wander the cobbled streetI bless the souls of those I meet
Though these streets
were made to last
gone are the roaming souls
from distant past
I wonder whom they were
and what stories they had to tell
when they came to pass
ringing echo of a church bell
does it still ring upon the wind
are they in a frame of time?
Am I really here?
or is my life a tainted mime
Did these souls have worries
fears they couldn't hide
this thought makes it clear
every worry I've had inside
In time each problem passes
It's living life, riding the storm
It's about being who you are
letting your life take it's own form
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