Windows of Life
If the soul is the eye of life
The brain is the sponge
My heart bleeds so much I am never alone
Is there some realization to make me cry ?
To much time breeds my indecision
I go forth to see the world
My template is somewhere near God
I move so fast a blink seems to be an eternity
Love is everything
Please take me home
I long to see my beginning
I am a blank canvas
Paint me for good it's over
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