The wind blows frequently at my side
as the river flows and never dries
Life, a never ending cycle
which slows not only goes faster as time wizzes by
As one dies they go thier final resting place
Another is born into this world full of slander and hate
We should mourn those that have been lost to the heavens
As new life is given is a time for happiness and to celebrate
For let live is cruelty yet it's the only thing we can do
Yet to murder is tradgetgy and quick to hate.
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