By The Shores Ov Time Poem by Chris Noir

Do we look behind us
when we hear the call,
Counting every loss til we
Dissolve in pools of rain

Do we stare with pride
With the dead cold eyes
Or we fall asleep on
shores ov oblivion

With the marching rain
Memories will return
Haunting ancient thoughts
That burn us when we find our peace

In the glare ov sun
and the song ov birds
There's a calling voice that
reminds us
Ov our crying.

Do we sit so idle
While time passes by
Or we look behind us
mourning our lives

Do we drink to silence
Distant chants ov past
Or we fall asleep on
Wings of broken dreams

With the raging storm
The dead scars reopen,
To the grave were born,
To the grave we lay to rest

By the shifting darkness
By the shores of time
The beginning and the end are
just sides of a coin!

The luck is with the martyrs,
for those who endure,
For those who taste suffering
And yet come for more!
Don't drown in woe, o thou who weareth the scars, for thine is the pure joy
and blessing of unrest,
The endless torment and the bliss of fire
On this far shore ov existence!