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As life consumes, grief renews

Wide and deep is the stream we row down

Worn the creaking oar in our hands

Great the burden we drag behind us

Frail the one at the end of his rope

All we see are the bygone days drifting

Further away, despite us resisting

To accept there is nothing we hold as dear

As everything we are doomed to grieve

And we will drown if we don't

Soon let go of that anchor of hope

We tend to hold on to

For ruthless is the wind

Wayward the waves it brings

Here we shall float in a state of decay

Till the sea swallows us whole

As life consumes, grief renews

For better or worse

All we see is the light of day fading

Slowly away, despite us refusing

To acknowledge there's much unsaid, undone

As brief is the time under the sun

And we will drown if we don't

Soon let go of that anchor of hope

We tend to hold on to

For ruthless is the wind

Wayward the waves it brings

Here we shall float in a state of decay

Till the sea swallows us whole