Petra Soliman - Death

This is the time I speak to my soul,
The grief over the loss of a disguised angel,
My soul, so crushed..
My spirit, so blue and weary,
Yet I say life goes on,
But grievance lingers on,

Sorrow hit me so hard,
My head spins in circles,
Life slaps me,
Could I get a glass of wine, please?

Burden of guilt,
Burden of anger,
Whilest you peacefully rest,
Where can I bury my very own burdens?

Petra Soliman

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