Into the Night


If tomorrow I didn’t wake up and I died,
how many of you would cry?
How many of you would sigh,
and just move on with your lives?
No pain trapped inside,
just another body without life.
No priest to confide,
the memories you just hide.
Leave behind what was mine,
my soul cast aside.

If tomorrow I was more than alive,
how many of you would be by my side?
How many of you would try,
to be free and be wild?
No self conscious disguise,
put on by your eyes.
No doubt in your mind, 
happy to just have a good time.
Never accepting “fine,”
we can do better than that lie.


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