The birds fly to their nest,
I keep digging the soil,
Killing the pest,
I die every night,
To create this morning light,
I live every winter,
To give you the spring,
But what do I bring,
for myself?
I fly across the sky,
To quell your fear,
When the end is nigh,
And I float across the ocean,
Killing this commotion,
That riddles your heart,
But who kills mine,
You ask?
You see,
I'm at peace,
And every piece,
of Mine,
Is now a bloodshed,
I endured a long time ago,
I felt too much once,
To feel anything anymore,
For I'm at peace,
While you still wonder what's in the store.
I keep digging the soil,
Killing the pest,
I die every night,
To create this morning light,
I live every winter,
To give you the spring,
But what do I bring,
for myself?
I fly across the sky,
To quell your fear,
When the end is nigh,
And I float across the ocean,
Killing this commotion,
That riddles your heart,
But who kills mine,
You ask?
You see,
I'm at peace,
And every piece,
of Mine,
Is now a bloodshed,
I endured a long time ago,
I felt too much once,
To feel anything anymore,
For I'm at peace,
While you still wonder what's in the store.
"I felt too much once,
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Liberation in surrender.
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