the Very same bones
From which I was made
I know the legacy
Where it is headed
I've lived my life
and i don't regret it
From the past
You can see the future
Life is a circle
That's it's structure
Form that I know
just what the future may hold
A dismal fate
may soon unfold
I feel the kinship
The need for friendship
Still cold and alone
is where you end up
Used and abused
torn limb from limb
What happened to the saint the savior
What's become of him?
Page upon page once was wrote
now nothing more than an asterisk
a simple foot note
But one day that little star
will catch the eye
of some curious passer-by
They'll read the story
be moved by the tale
of a tortured soul
who fought for truth
Though in the end still failed
inspired they'll be
to do the same
Then history my friend
will repeat again....
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