Our lives are like sand....
Not lasting long....We are a hour glass as it stands,
We are the enchantress that comes with a haunted song.
A goodbye turned all wrong,
Our once beating hearts in rhythm with the dead,
The chill of death....we do not dred,with the seeping of the window
with morning light,chasing away the darkness of the previous night.
taking with it all the evidence that we were here,And showing that light can help with
the swallowing of that bitter pill.
So long after years,mouths,and days that we have gone,
you all will still be singing that song.
Remembering the imprint we had on the world with our lives,
Copyright © Ettie Christian-Bowling | Year Posted 2014