My thought's, they scatter like the wind.
The horrible loss, of a lifelong friend.
It leave's me empty, until the end.
These are the seeds of despair!
The homeless and ill, that wander the streets.
Will I be one of them, when we next meet?
Will you know my face, when you intend to meet?
This, is the meaning of despair!
I often wonder as time goes by.
Do you remember me, the day that I died?
You left the rose, upon the ground.
I watched you leave, both lost and found.
So now I wander this cold, hard ground.
Knowing the truth, of despair.
I sat behind you, in the church pew.
I felt your sadness, and then I knew.
This was my pentance, of which I had earned.
Thank you God, for now I have learned.
The true meaning of despair, is the greatest loss
You cannot comprehend, in the cold and frost.
Or even in, the light of day. The sun's intense light, can't turn it away!
So, my dear friends, I'm allowed to just say.
This, is the meaning, of despair!
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