One heart beats, a broken sound
I've lost the place I never found.
One beat slows with every pound
of blood that flows out to the ground.
Weak and damaged, full of fear
as shattered dreams are dashing near.
Scared of living without peer
and battered feelings flash unclear.
Alone and helpless, lost to life
my only friend a sharpened knife.
From starving peace so often rife
to carving words in final strife.
As peace on earth will take my place
a fear of dying leaves my face.
Without this soul the human race
will get to find it's holy grace.
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Urguy
life is what?
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