Through Moral Eyes

Throw aside the stones That lay beside the bones Of many souls That the spirit does patrol That have come and gone If you listen close you’ll hear their songs Put away and forgotten Only to go rotten And made weary To some it made ever teary Angels stand and wait with harps For all the lonely shaded hearts The gates have closed But if you wonder Soon it’s your soul that’s under Made a blunder Underground seeping sadness In a world filled madness A viscous cycle That recycles It hangs far back inside our heads Never wanting to come out Then dread Lurking there as a reminder But for now we wear a blinder So throw aside the stones That lay beside those bones Of those that passed Now the future has been cast