In the time of May
The living dance upon
My grave
Some how Through The darkness
I lost My way
Their thunderous foot
Steps Don't show me the way
From underneath My Casket of
jewels The man in white comes
My way
His rough hands grab
my face He whispers
in my ear 'you are
Here to stay.'
As he drags me down
Along the way.
I look around and pray
How many souls have
Lost their way.
isn't it Funny what
it takes to Make us pray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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