Much of what is lost,
Was but a thing that would decay,
Time will heal the pain of loss,
Memories will turn to myth one day…
Yourself in the mirror when you face,
Rejoice in knowing this-
Sold you not your soul,
Character and hope none can steal…
Grieve not O’ Heart,
Thou hast me still.
- Thy Faith.
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