If wishes were horses men would ride past me, It moves, The hearse…My emotions I can’t hide my greatest wish now is resurrection of who I see dead before my eyes but my wishes like horses are running from an insurrection brought about by the situation in my mind, Confusion.
How do I cope? How do I persevere? In the face of this temptation so severe my trust in life is all but shattered, my very being is all in tatters. console me not with words and kind, console me not with money and talk bring her back! is my only wish from here to eternity this horse, I’ll ride.
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