The End
Place the coins over my eyes,
and lay me down to sleep.
This mortal coil has sprung its last,
its time for me to leave.
This time has been no time at all,
its true they say it flyes,
Id like to be a fly on the wall,
to see the truths and lies.
I was taught as a child that we die and move on,
but i refuse to accept that is true.
For as long as you live and as long as you love,
i will live on through you.
Copyright © Martyn Oakland | Year Posted 2011
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