The River of Life
Time passes, leaving behind the tragic mark,
Preparing for life's battle, my constant spark.
In this twisted world, so broken and bent,
Alone, walking with my shadow, my friend.
It walks beside me, wherever I roam,
The painful past in my heart cannot console.
The future is fearful, yet I dream on,
In the river of life, all good and bad are drawn.
Once you are ready, the uncrossable stream,
Becomes but a moment, in life's transient gleam.
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