When All Ends Meet

    The wind would carry the fragile me 
          Once I'll turn to ashes
    I'll go with the flow of water; 
                Voices unheard 
                    but pain felt
             running down the veins ;
    soil once toiled would turn me to itself;
When the clock strikes one I'll turn to dust;
       At the fourteenth hour I'll be there 
            Nobody would ever care
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