With strides of time, some scars never wore off
some of the love, some of the hate,
some bare lies if the past traits.
Cried, broken down,
just looking for a shoulder to lay my head down.
Each time the heart raced to be broken,
sometimes it was just truth unspoken.
Lied saying time will get well again,
but whatever might be the hope;
one lost it even before it began.
It was the elegance of life or its harshness abide,
and then one looked upon to the angels; up in the sky,
abiding in the grace of the greater blue,
to take one away from this world untrue.
Oh, Ru the soul.