A star might have already died, that’s a billion miles away. But for a million years, that star will still shine, able to brighten even the darkest of skies.
Love is what will be remembered when it all fades away.
Love is all that’s left, when your body is sits like ashes in a tray.
Love is what they will hear when your name reaches their ear.
Love is what will move you when hate evaporates the fear.
You are born as love, you live as love, you die as love.
There is nothing taking that away.
While alive, we chase things to bring us happiness, without realizing what happiness actually is.
The pursuit of pleasure, experiences, and achievement all the same.
We try live a life that is supposedly not in vain.
We have died on this hill. Trying desperately to cleanse our name.
We don’t know how long we will have to get high on the thrill,
before it will inevitably come crashing down.
We discover that stuff won’t make us fulfilled, instead it only keeps us enslaved, addicted to its false promises like a sugar pill.
And you know that if it won’t be this time around.
You will have many more lives to till the soil and the ground.
Getting your fingers dirty in order to uncover all the love that is hidden behind the fifth, like a drill striking oil.
A new life where the heart soars high, where only good resides.
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