A Dirge of the Funeral Sort
And I don’t understand
As I lay here in bed
The words in my head
The words of the dead
As I lay here in bed
And the marching band plays
To the rhythm I say
In the cold of the day
The rhythm I say
As the funeral band plays
I say good bye to the world
For I never understood
Was love really good
Did I live as I should
I never understood
The perceptions of this mind
What was lost ill never find
Was this life ever mine
Was fate ever kind
The perceptions of my mind
And they play on and on
Forever the song
In a key that is wrong
On a day that is long
As they play on and on
the clouds cover the sky
Hiding the lie
That we all must die
No matter how we try
In hiding the lie
The ghost tolls the bell
To the black gates of hell
I stumbled and fell
In the blackness called hell
To the toll of the bell
Reaching up a hand
To the living land
Choking on sand
As I grasp with my hand
The life of the land
Joining in the choir
The chorus is fire
Death! called the cryer
As the flames rose higher
To the tune of the choir
All pass through fire
Copyright © Jeremy Moore | Year Posted 2011
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