Colin Hemmings


Disguise

Cry thee not when I am gone, Thank the Lord, your life goes on,
Memories inside your head, are all you’ll have when I am dead,
Some so good will make you sad, shiver inside at those so bad,
My eyes are sealed; my wounds have healed,
Yet you still bleed, and have to heed,
The nights you spend all alone, as cold as stone,
I have found no worry, but you will have to hurry,
Chores will still be done, hurry now no time for fun,
No tasks I did yesterday, all left for you to do today,

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