Wind’s blowing keenly down rock-littered hillsides
Birch trees whip sharply and lash down very low.
Plain skies of steel gray so cold and so wide
Storm billows and flutters the curtain of snow.
Something’s not clear though I’m grieving to know
A truth that’s been coming I just want to hide
Coming up short now
With time and with tide.
Take with me nothing I ever did love
Even no footprints will I leave behind
Loved ones you’ll know my love keeps you forever
Like sky holds the moon and stars up above.
A little time left to set everything right
A list of regrets trail the life I have lived
Need some time to clear roadblocks away
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