A moment of high, a moment of low.The moment passes, another flow.
A tad moody, be I these days,
Ever current, with heart to pay.
To give it up, a thing so yearned,
The ache of wants, they still do burn.
Of mind I think, of time has passed,
Of heart I feel, of one to last.
To scream in hurt, I know I can’t,
My actions do, may forever haunt.
To soldier on, I know I must,
To feel again, to what is just.
A solace I seek, in many a thing,
Of song and food, and of words do ring.
A cloak to put, to mask the wound,
My life to give, and to live with boon.
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