At the end of the day .. You write yourself an end .. It's the hours in between .. That define you my Friend
Turn away from the glass and look .. Deep within Your heart
The threads or finery that you wear
Are of no never mind for a soul that's rare
And if they be
You best move on down the line
Because time will taint those indigo blues
And pull back the veil to reveal the real you
A haunting site for those that love you not
Cast aside the crutches of your youth
And know that the years own the burden of proof
It's time live
Before the fates call you to die
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