Death
In The Realm of His Life Forever as long as it lasts
we move away from the past
and the questions that we never ask
get buried and burned to the ash
We kept trying to make our way
but it degraded into the decay
And tomorrow it never comes
and all that we do is undone
And all that we've made with our hands
slips through our fingers like sand
And into the shadows it fades of and
gets buried beneath the land
Copyright © Thomas Hopkins | Year Posted 2008
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