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(NeVeReNdiNg ReLeNtLeSs DaRk ClOuD)

(NeVeReNdiNg ReLeNtLeSs DaRk ClOuD)

The weight of pain that we sift with our soul. Trying to sift out the bad and attach ourselves to the good, trying to find peace in the garden of destruction, trying to fit in and be accepted in an empty crowd, trying to sing a luliby but then realizing you cant sing, trying to be different but your old ways creep back into what is now and only causing destruction in your mind and heart, trying to love but your actions resemble that of hate, trying to leave yourself but you cant escape, trying to find purpose in a world so cold, trying to find someone to love me til im old, trying to figured out why i have been so restless, try, try, try, that is all we seem to do but in the end, everyone will be not new, we fuss and live like we own every moment, but we have simply borrowed time from our Creator, trying to stay sinless, trying to be a good christian boy, trying to bless others when they curse me, trying to be forgiven when im wrong, trying to have more in life, trying to find out what is right, trying to breathe when my heart is failing, trying to stay healthy minded, trying to conquer fears, trying to succeed, trying to live, trying not to die, trying to eat when i know im hungry, trying, trying, trying all the day long, im sitting here singing such a sad song.

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