Depth
Oct 23, 2020
From the lowest lows,
to the highest highs,
I feel the wind of change.
From the sorrow within,
to the guilt without,
my soul douth rearrange.
From the pit of fear,
To the shed I tear,
My heart shall remain.
From the lowest lows,
to the highest highs,
I feel the wind of change.
From the sorrow within,
to the guilt without,
my soul douth rearrange.
From the pit of fear,
To the shed I tear,
My heart shall remain.
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