Shallow Grave
Shallow grave
Out of the clay
In new breath of life
Fire tested
Beneath this weeping willow my soul rested
Motionless as a statue
Forever stuck in place
Out of the tar pits
Dirty unclean by your eyes
Who will save me now?
My life molded out of clay
In vain I shaped my own image
Made my own ways
40 yrs in the desert
Thirsty for a cool sip
But water is not found
Out here in the dryness of this hollow grave
I been stranded alone on an island
The island of misfit toys
But here I sit alone
Unwanted by the unwanted
A loveless soul
Is never what I wanted
But here I rot
Will you join me?
Shall I save you a spot?
In my final resting place
Staring at the sun
Till my eyes burn
Blinded by the light
So that I may not see my fate
Living careless was my misfortune
My one mistake
Weeping eyes cry
A dead man soul dies
No loose ends
Said all my good byes
But a muted voice goes unheard
Curtains close tonight
This is the end..
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