Someday you’ll say
You want to pray,
But it will be too late.
Find the love, starting today,
And you will okay.
Trust that countless souls
Just like yours
Have felt the way that you do now:
They lived living their lives,
And died bearing their souls
And all that they told
On bed of old
Was forgotten in time,
Meaning nothing to no one.
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