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Here I sit lonely hearted and alone

With polished words, the bargain's quickly made

To pointless fears and hopelessness.Death's sigh.

Weighed down and held by broad, consuming pain

For you are as brief as angel's breath

That burned the very page we raced to read

To read all the prophesies of the seers

Of pain, and fears, of general dispair

And even through the silence, love has sound

So I call to God, who lifts the heads of men

Our eternity seen only through our death

For better love, than none through life it runs

I sob, I beg and fall to rise again

To make them go with fingertips soft as the sea.