As bright as the sun, these old bones they lie.
Trapped in this flesh, wasted through time.
No one can help them, see how they break.
Forever paying for all their mistakes.
But as weak as they are, so strong they will be.
When the flesh is all gone, they are what's left of me.
© "Raksha" RJ Boettcher 2001
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