Rupturing

Emily Jane White

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When you were young, you were taken by time
You thought you'd always be alive
And now the dwindling sparkle in your eye
You know the road is full
Of crime and thievery, truth be told

And to the mystery
Of something pulled away from me
And the soul rupturing
By something that I cannot see

One by one, feathers plucked from your skin
And there you lay, bare in the wind
And God is watching somewhere with the lights dimmed
And the only hand you hold is your very own of gold

And to the mystery
Of something pulled away from me
And the soul rupturing
By something that I cannot see