An open switch,
An open wound.
Those vacant eyes,
A soul marooned.
Constricted hope,
And drying tears.
There's no relief,
From deathbed fears.
No hands to hold,
No fight remains.
What prayers to say?
When the spirit wanes.
An open wound.
Those vacant eyes,
A soul marooned.
Constricted hope,
And drying tears.
There's no relief,
From deathbed fears.
No hands to hold,
No fight remains.
What prayers to say?
When the spirit wanes.
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