Courtney Steele - Exit

To my standards there isn't any form
Torn
Clothing worn
Days in and out
Everybody dreams but who can figure out
Death can I have a bargain?
Mercy, mery pardon
Trapped, oh trapped enclosed in a pit
In mourning embracing grief
Seeking thought life is brief
Ancient Greece
Present Rome
Love I rest in midst of my present home

Courtney Steele

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