Woorden: Pulling Teeth. Whispers.

On those nights when sleep just won?t come you?ve exhausted every option, when it?s all been said and done you think about what comes next when peace finally knows your name the regrets that you may have, what you?d do all over again whispers from a far away place and you?re gone without a trace did you give all that you had to offer? did it kill you to watch others suffer? we will be remembered for the things that we shared while our empires of waste dissolve into the air whispers from a far away place and you?re gone without a trace voices that call you by your name lead to light on your final day do you plan to go an anonymous soul? destined to be forgotten in time the lackluster outcome of a life lacking goals or will you leave behind a grand legacy? a history worthy of time?s memory?