Between the shelves of time.
Beside the annals of your plan.
I'm just a line, a rhyme.
Written by your hand.
Across the sea of glass.
That divides life and death.
I'm just a blade of grass.
Savoring my last breath.
Inside the great divide.
Between your heart and mine.
Like a vapor on the tide.
I'll catch your son beam and shine.
Before I cross the shelves of time.
Over the sea of glass.
Ascend the divide, complete the climb.
And am in your arms at last.
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