From the Beginning to End

May 3, 2008
By Kelvin Smith, Lake Ann, MI

You push, I pull
I am just a lonely fool
With nothing
But these empty
But my heart is
Filled with hope

A lonely man
Just hold his hand
Flicker the spark
Light up the dark

Let fire burn
We have to learn
Turn into ash
Hope it all will pass

If the fire burns bright
Light up the Night
Make a sign
So we all can find
How it is done

You and I
Will finally die
But with our spark
There will be no dark

Cold dirt on my grave
They will someday pave
No trace of me
My soul not set free

The chains on my hand
Satan’s hard demands
I try to please
There is no choice for me

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