I see a golden body
I see a golden face
I see your dying eyes
What is it inside thee?
What is this killing monster?
What could want to harm all thee?
A wish
Do you wish for it to happen?
Do you want for it to come?
Do you really want to see a life for what it truly is?
What a life is, I don’t know
What really matters is your own
Why can’t you go and find it
Yes I know, it is pure fear
But what is life if all is feared
If you want for it to happen
Let it happen here and now
Fear is what clouds your eyes
Fear is what holds you
Fear can go away
Let it stop what it is killing
Let those eyes shine bright with blue
Time to live a little, too
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lovely
~SAT