No more time in a bottle,
No more moments to savor,
No more wishes to fulfill.
Just the memories of a lifetime,
And the voices that are still.
No more sounds of joy and laughter,
No more crying happy tears.
Just quiet shadows creeping,
Not in minutes but in years.
No more plans and no more promises,
No more good intentions that were made.
All are sealed beneath the ground,
In the grave where you were laid.
The years are slowly passing,
The memories start to fade.
Each time I hear the raven's call,
That's when I'm not afraid.
When the feelings of pain and loss,
Steal in at darkest night.
I'll just think of you as that raven,
Taking wing and all is right.
If you know someone who might find solace in these words, please pass it on.
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