Mackintosh/Holmes/Edmondson/Morris)
Approaching a silence, a blur of subsidence
Time may heal all troubles, is that what Iıve found ?
Joy entices all, until deathıs lonely shroud
But I know itıs forever...
Praying for a change
Our lives leading onwards, the essence is stronger
Memories of life drifting further away I must doubt that where
Thereıs a will thereıs a way...
But I know, itıs forever
Life is all the pain we endeavour
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