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From the moment weâre born
our sun is made to set,
so just how much time will you waste?
Every Rope Has Its End.
We live like weâre invincible,
but thereâs a truth we just canât ignore
how much of this life will be thrown away?
Every Rope Has Its End.
âSo It goesâ
leaves turn from green to gold
And fall back to earth, dust turned to stone
and back to dust.
Every last sea will merely be salt,
bone white grains tumble through the (hour) glass.
The end lives in us all waiting for itâs time
To breath out so why
Would we shorten the thread, when there are so many mountains to conquer,
so many bridges to burn, so many busted hearts to mend,
and so many enemies left to crush.
Thereâs a pine box with my name. There is a plot for you and me. There will be no more hurt, no more sadness, no more
uncertainty.
There will be no more hope, no more love, no more devotion,
no more us, no more length to grasp
causeâ¦
Every rope has its end!