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Written by Ray

Deep thoughts run rapid
Through my bones
Far fears of growing older
They are getting closer

Is there truly truth in love
That we allow our minds to conjure
In death will we rise above
Or simply reach eternal slumber

Too fast the world is changing
To fast to control
Will i live for years or seconds
How will i ever know

When my hands start to wrinkle
And my fingers start to shake
When my mind starts to wonder
And my hair starts to grey

take me away