Yearning for the
large excitement
that the coming
years would yield
earger-hearted as
a boy when first i
leave my fathers
field and at night
i should walk to
the grave yard
and sleep next
to my mother
oh lord why
you took her
from me first
it was my papa
now what?
I can leave
my gran mother
atleast take me
away from this
pain i've been
walking around
lately with my
chest wide open
i've been willing
to get caught by killers
and separate my soul
from my body oh lord
if you realy exist my
mother would be alive
and i wouldn't be waking
up to these strange lucid
dreams
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