Book of Grief

We juggle tongues like knives
One goes up, ten come crashing down

We live - we die
Mother, mother, mother nature doesn't care

Futile dreams of truth
That eat away the spark of life

And so we write the book of grief

We live - we die
Mother, mother, mother nature doesn't care



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Lippmann
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