Yours Truly,Shadow
YOURS TRULY, SHADOW
Good morning infant friend maybe you may not hear me
But am yours unto the ages of ages
Just because my friend
Just because it looks nice your kind
Just because the light in the east makes you shortest
Just because you hug and love
What’s that I hear of love?
For our kind we hate none and to none we tell we love
We just hide in the dark waiting for the Eastern star
Mid-morning my childhood friend maybe you may not hear me
But am yours for a lifetime of lifetimes
Just because my friend
Just because it looks nice your kind
Just because the light in the east makes you a little tall
Just because you speak of honesty and the true truth
What’s that I hear about the true truth?
For our kind we lie to none and to none we tell the true truth
We just hide in the dark waiting for the Eastern star
Midday my young friend maybe you may not hear me
But I am yours for months of Sundays
Just because my friend
Just because the light over your head makes you tallest
Just because you yell hallelujah and sing glory
What’s that I hear about glory?
For our kind none sin and to none is honor and glory
We just hide in the dark waiting for the Eastern star
Afternoon my manly friend may be you may not hear me
But I am yours through the endless ages
Just because my friend
Just because it looks nice your kind
Just because the light in the west makes you a little short
Just because you eat, drink ,love and sleep thanks to money
What’s that I hear about money?
For our kind none is poor and to none is all the money
We just hide in the dark waiting for the Eastern star
Good evening my old friend maybe you may not hear me
But I am yours from the world to until
Just because my friend
Just because the light in the west makes you shortest
Just because you laughed loved and got to live
What’s that I hear about to live?
For our kind none cries, none dies and to all forever and ever we live
We just hide in the dark and keep waiting and waiting and waiting for the Eastern star
Goodnight my timeless friend I know you can’t hear me
But thank you for being mine in saecula saeculorum
Listen to me even if I have to stand by the pools in Nirvana just to see your face
Listen to me for where you are its lights out and the Eastern star will never warm your face
For now you realise you were nothing
For our kind we enjoy the luxury of finite everything
As we just wait for the dim one at the end of the tunnel
Yours truly the one you followed to the end!!!
Copyright © Moses Sichach | Year Posted 2016
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