The Water
I stand near waters edge to think
'Be grateful I am here.'
Lo' the waters face is grim
Drawn with gulit and fear
The forest near is filled with life
Of life that cares to live
Lo' the waters face is empty
Not much there left to give
A careful bird sits near me now
He's mocking my last chance
Lo' the waters face is mine
No song for my last dance
Lo' the waters face is gone
Its edges merely yawn
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