Through Moral Eyes
Throw aside the stones
That lay beside the bones
Of many souls
That the spirit does patrol
That have come and gone
If you listen close you’ll hear their songs
Put away and forgotten
Only to go rotten
And made weary
To some it made ever teary
Angels stand and wait with harps
For all the lonely shaded hearts
The gates have closed
But if you wonder
Soon it’s your soul that’s under
Made a blunder
Underground seeping sadness
In a world filled madness
A viscous cycle
That recycles
It hangs far back inside our heads
Never wanting to come out
Then dread
Lurking there as a reminder
But for now we wear a blinder
So throw aside the stones
That lay beside those bones
Of those that passed
Now the future has been cast
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