We've all made mistakes in our life,
And one day we'll die.
We'll be laid to rest,
Once the color fades from our eyes.
We've all caused someone pain,
And received it in return.
Like a torn picture of two lovers,
Our memories we'll burn.
For what reason will I be missed,
When my time comes.
Who will continue to whisper my name?
Will I be forgiven for what I'd done?
Written By HvN August 3, 2008
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