Their how come is my why sound.
How am I? – I still am as I once was.
Under the sky, and above ground.
Yet, wondering… “Is it my choice?”
My maybe is too lazy, I’m very odd
…another Atheist blessed by GOD.
My passion is none to days bygone.
Darkness has dressed the Horizon.
Alone, I hear an echo from a stone.
The fault is solo mine. – I recognize
The hard times to apply goodbyes.
Soon, I’ll find that sought Paradise.
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