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faith, and coming to terms with death and the passing over to the spiritual side.
Jesus in the garden of gethsemane.
Taken away, from this burden we're given
the doubt and the turmoil , of loved one's still living
I'm drowning in the sun light, the colours are now fading
the past holds the future, -- of troubles once
Laden in a world, where your past - becomes your future
it's telling no lies, makes you open your eyes - to the future
The days form the nights, while the nights shun away
and the morning of memories, that fade --- by day - by day - by day