I wonder who I am writing for.
Is it you, random stranger
Pausing a moment here.
Or is it for you, friend
Someone I hold dear.
Is it for me,perhaps
To confess all that I fear.
When the last breath is drawn
And the final tear shed
A smile no more
Words left unsaid.
The dying fire within kindles
The burning fire outside.
And as the ashes scatter
Turning the earth grey
Then will it matter
The questions that prey.
But still I wonder
Who am I writing for this day.
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