And a song dancing in your head
Give yourself identity
Regretless, laying in your final bed
Cuz it doesn't matter why your dead
The final beat of your heart
Even if it ends with crimson red
A bullet or a poisoned dart
Because livings end in strife
Or souls passing in cheers
Its not the years in your life
But the life in your years
(credits to Abe Lincoln for his awesome ideals and influence on my poetry)
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