Thelast Don Poet ABC

A Sand In the Wind

There she go whisperin again

no signs of love just signs of sin,

a spirit of dust, but in this man,

a last chance to atempt to take my hand,

sorry I took so long,

I new it would be,

I told you this would come, I told you it be me,

I have not long, i'll tell you why,

its because you wished and chose to lie,

all but we have is the tears of a cry,

im almost gone just like a sand,

in the wind that caught and take my hand,

come with me I have a plan,

like children on the playground you should have ran,

your choice was made clear when you open the door,

like scratches on my eyes, like a blinding soar,

for your life is no more,

you must follow me my love to heavens doors.

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