Faith alone will not take you home
When we leave, and our dreams fade,
From above to go under the tombstone,
Hope remains that prayers had made.
By simple sound, we gain Gods attention
Before many dreams come along,
Life sometimes is live in seclusion,
Soon they too will be gone, leaving an unsung song.
Memories will show them where I lie,
When History tell them that I am no more.
Words will haunt them until I die,
And my ashes pour out over the shore.
As I was the person I wanted to be,
My dreams have gone along with me.
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