to my soul break my sorrow,
til the end come no tomorrow.
i sit here and i linger,
fiddeling with my fingers.
as my spirit dies,
my empty heart lies.
waiting for tomorrow,
to end this morbid sorrow.
i can't hold on much longer,
my soul is a goner.
til the end i die,
my restless spirit lies.
waiting for tomorrow,
to release this endless sorrow.......
fullyalive02 Community Member 
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