We're all born from the grave of late affairs
We'll visit the burial of our great grandparents
Shiftily after a new event with grandparents
We grow and now it's our children we bury
Years will pass and Love is put to the ground
Before we go our selves we bury illness and pain
Then we go up and away to be reborn from late affairs
1 comment:
depressing? How did your meeting with them.. go? *hugs*
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