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When Tears Run Dry
What do you do...
when tears run dry,
when your own shadow passes you on by,
when your own heart has lied.
when there is no place to hide,
when the last thing to do is die.
You've been through the hate,
you've tested dreadful fate,
your fists bloodied by metal grates.
Shallow waters and empty eyes been of late,
Nothing left to this barren slate.
Life once flourished,
once a hope, once a wish,
Was it so selfish?
Need your hand be stricken from the dish?
Ending of all day's,
this is where you lay,
loyal struggle has her faith
Is it your choice?
Where was your voice?
What do you do when the last thing to do is die?
