Song of the Dead Prt 1

The unknown is the untold, forbidden but not forgotten secrets of the heart like songs of the dead…..


Dear soul of mine where off have you gone

Left I, a bag bones, buried deep in this earth

This body needs your company

 

I miss the sound of your breath

As you made my heart beat

But I fell for defeat like many

Am now i sing this song of the dead

 

Dear soul of mine, where off have you gone,

Have they accepted you in the havens?

Have they opened the doors for a wretch like you?

Is it a better place for all after all?

 

Indeed you use to tell me the truth

I guess these bones of mine took a wrong turn

Am In a dark place buried within the dust

The walls here are so dark,

I can’t open my eye enough to see light

This must be hell where I fell,

 

Dear soul of mine where off have you gone

Left I, a bag bones, buried deep on this earth

 

As dust fell to dust

I was buried and became the past

For love or lust

Come hold me again and let me fly again

Until the end of time
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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