Are you the one I called on?

The one who took my life?

Is this your canvas to paint on and to view my life?

A life slowly showing as if by some strange devise.

Mirrors within the tears shed apon my open eyes that slowly began to dry,
as I say my last goodbyes.

Colors slowly fading to gray within the alburn sky.

Sounds of wind and rain cease as if like the end of a lullaby.

Yet death with all it's horror plays quiet a silent sound.

Within the heart of a lonely soul it might as well be hell.

As if by some mistake I hear your voice again not at all around me, But
from somewhere deep within.

You are the one I called, And I question where you've been?

listening to me deep in thought hearing me repent my sin.
 
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