The Past Of My Fear

Have you ever gone through the past of your fear?
Have you ever wanted to disapear?
In the trouble of our mind
Green, blue, red and black are the feelings I find

Standing at the river
Across the sea
Now I know
There's every feeling out of me

So lying on my knees
With the hard thought of the end
I lose you, my oh ~ my friend
In the trouble of my mind

And all you see
never mind,
'cos death is the thin
you will find

by Shina Blackwood

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