Souls In the Hall
Discarded souls in the hall,
No one comes to visit, no one calls.
Heads hanging with hearts of grief,
Waiting for their end and God’s relief,
What happened to the lives once so strong?
Young and vibrant, it hasn’t been that long,
A soul still behind bright clear eyes,
A mind trapped because the body dies,
Are these God’s people in this place?
Or merely matter taking up time and space,
Clinging to past memories and dreams,
With the help of God and Angels unseen,
Will wait for the day when God will call,
To end the hell of being discarded in the hall
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