Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Like Lambs

You’re not special. You are human.

We will forget you. We will move on.

The sands of time erase your footsteps on life.

Just as mine have been erased on so many hearts.

I don’t deny that I am above the rest.

We are all lambs to the slaughter.

Together we graze, alone we fade.

You may stay close to that special few

A place reserved in their hearts just for you.

But in the end we are all only human.

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