An Angels Tragedy

Let it All Workout

Don't give up
Not yet, not now
Life may not be fair nor well
Life is rare
For I existed all of time
Though I have recently found life is not what happens it's what we make
Only the luckiest of souls live not exist
Hear it from I
The lonely soul whom once played with knives on a fire burning stove
From empty pill bottles and a heavy tongue
To effortless smiles and spilling laughs
For those whom need to hear
Your time is indeed, near