Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

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