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Death but a Wish

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limarieinred

Published: May 2, 2014

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Death is but a wish away
Rest eternal calling

So young to suffer so
Babes still need their mum
Wasting into bones and withered flesh

The Lord calls you to slumber
To dream eternally
Go in peace my love

Death is but a wish away
Rest eternal calling

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Cammynail75

Oct 13, 2014

So sad and beautiful. I feel the desperation, and longing for peacefulness in these lyrics. This must have been the way my cousin felt, when she decided to leave this world.
She left a 13 year old daughter behind, and I've never been able to understand how she could do so...
Reading this made me realize everything isn't black and white, and sometimes the light in the tunnel is just lost and completely uot of sight.
Thank you for your beautiful poetry, I will keep reading your work.

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