Treasure Island

David Thomas


Accepting Death


Yes i'm afraid
that once more they are gone
and you cannot escape
that you are now alone,
no you cannot follow
not so soon at least
for when the time is right,
the earth will leave your feet
and when the sun does rise
over that particularly grassy hill,
you'll know inside that somewhere
the person you have lost is safe,
they're warm with your heart's love
and they're strong with their own
so keep your head about you
because no matter through it all
you can never get them back,
for they were never gone at all;
They'll always be right here.
(Deep inside your heart.)

Submitted: Thursday, March 25, 2010

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