My heart beats fast as lightning
My soul seeps with fear
My breath is slow and faded
As the moment draws near
The tears have stained my face
Like embers from the fire
It burns but leaves no trace
What was my last desire
To feel once more the life in me
To witness the morning dew
Upon the flowers, blades of grass
And share all of this with you
I watched the memories pass by
Projected in my mind, just still
No rush they seemed forever
Ideally meant to stay, my will
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