First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 44

“Let my Shadow Grow Old”- Panel.
My conscience broke and silence spoke.
My soul was kidnapped
My imagination fainted
My laughter is now like the prodigal son,
Sharing my inheritance with his brother, tears.
I solicit for the survival of my future.
The nobility of my smile has been crowned through my sufferings.
I wrestled war and happiness was my trophy.
Living through this earth,
I would turn into a bridge just to endure five-hundred years of rain and sunshine,
Only to watch you pass through me.
My suffering has met its waterloo.
Oh sweet aroma-blended fragrance of "living poverty".
I was shot when I was thirteen by some teens for many things.
I must express my awe of not dying. I survived.
I have lived through life and now that I am a hundred and six,
I have forgotten how to die.
Deep deeper and deepest
Climbing through life in descending silence.
Forever young they say.
We must live on
Through the shining stars,
And the blue skies.
We must live on
Through the news of daily disasters
And the stories that cause heart quakes.
We must live on
Like kids without worries.
My conscience broke and silence spoke through my heart.
I'd never quit through this, no matter what.
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