When all flesh has rotted
When all bones are dust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Even when my name is forgotten
I am not dead.
But when am I truly dead?
Its when my beliefs perish
A man will never lose his will as long he has what is dear to him forever and ever.....
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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