the moment of death is the moment of truth
through unclouded eyes you see backwards past youth

dead spirits can't judge you it isn't their place
but they can choose not to love or even to hate

and life everlasting's a futile dream
but the option that's left is just to come clean

can you accept me and forgive my mistakes?
i need to know now but i'm still so afraid

will you swallow, accept, or will you get mad
love me, or hate me and reject what we had?

i trust you enough to give up my control
but can i trust you enough to bear my soul?

~Amber, 7/2004

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