He lay beneath the cold
Dark roots reaching down
As dead as the day he died
He lay beneath the cold
His dreams untold
In the light and warm sunshine
As dead above as down below
He lay beneath the cold
He couldn't tell with lips of stone
His dreams unknown
A hero gone in hate
Alone in the cold down below
His heart now as still
As his hope
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