Where He Lies
What a smile on his face, no more sleep for this wake.
Every face in the room, is more dead than his tomb.
In his death, there's more talk, then there was when he walked.
Now he's placed with open eyes, no ones wants; where he lies.
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2009
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