First time I cried, I didnt know why I was born,
Last time I cried, I still didnt know why I was born
Mother's womb was a labyrinth of darkness,
With occassional sounds I had never heard
Today, my tomb holds nothing but darkness,
With unheard sounds of insects flocking in a herd
I am my only companion,
My solitude there is none to share
In the grave my spirits lie,
Full of void, filled with despair
Just as i get up to survey my graveyard,
A sense of warmth, a touch of love is felt
I see a widow weeping, her husband freshly claimed,
My soul is on fire, my spirit, with her tears doth melt
I ask my fellow grave-mate as to what this was,
With a heavy heart, he turns his back onto me
My jinx has been broken for i have seen love,
My spirit is dissolved and I am set free.
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