Teary eyes faking joy,
so called feelings seem a toy,
swollen red face blurry sight,
damn the ego still screams to fight ,
sinking soul wanna quit it rough,
fragile heart has no guts enough,
waiting for the final day,
when HE comes to take me away,
desperate for HIS soft touch,
absorbs the soul HIS marvel clutch,
sets all the pains free,
as soon as i flee,
in HIS arms HE' ll lift me high,
as high as the endless sky,
lifts me high to eternity,
high till i reach infinity,
heavens above be a paradise,
hells below be the world of lies,
with HIS love purest of pure,
in HIS arms i'll heal for sure,
angels fairies all divine,
finally my sorrows will get refined,
a place where i can live with ease,
a place where i can Rest In Peace...
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