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I weep silently, for the free fall, the little things that we offer to people, for the help, the shoulder and still, the time; yet having not known for what reason, but for how we grew up. This is for the pristine minds, the beauty of the heart, that, also means the world to many; for the little actions of goodness; in times of trouble, hardships; no single word can mean it.



Then there is the other side; one that strives to eat out the good, bent on doing harm, always brewing something sinister... This goes out, to the world; that feels every cry and no pain... From a distance, the heavens watch, the stars twinkle, yet, there remains a laid path for everybody; Fate. I call on destiny, a realm that often is confusing... For you who has made it, bow and give credit, to that who, what deserves.

Human bond, a specific path that is often mistook. Watch us, watch them, one time, all will come to pass. And for the inaudible cries, for the stifled whispers and the resounding memoirs, mankind will forever be a kind.

For that old and lost script, the unsaid words... It forever fades, to a present that will be gone tomorrow. Live life and do good out of it. As for this part of the world, sometimes we got to bow out.
Gerry.

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