I know not age,
For the soul is immortal.
I have no fear;
For fear is weakness.
I live for the pleasure,
And consume the pain.
I refuse to cry tears,
Instead I cry rain.
Never am I proud,
For modesty is the soul's virtue.
Never am I loud,
For silence speaks above all.
No line can be drawn
To have sanity declared.
The most foolish heart
Has the best of intentions.
The most important thoughts
Are never mentioned…
© 2004 bounce.to/blacklabb
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