Rolland Heiss

Burbank, California
Rolland Heiss
Burbank, California


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The Ghost Ship
A ghost ship rides the waves at night
But she is seldom seen
Save when the Captain lights the light
And sails 'er in to Aberdeen
An Indian's Song
I hear the spirit singing
and I am very old
I know that he is bringing
a shelter from the cold.
The Appian Way
Your walls have crumbled down to dust
Your memory's in decay
While time records your earthly lust
with statues by the way
The Open Door
Abuse came in through the open door
We invited him in and lent him the floor
He made himself comfortable and started to grin
Yeah I remember the day when Abuse came in
Every Second, Every Hour
Truest love, thou art my all
My sounding drum, my fortress wall
A gentle brook, a pretty flower
Every second, every hour
The Lost Soul
I have been too reserved
Spent too many days in fear
Taken less than I deserved
Too tightly I adhere...
The Reaper
Death has raised his sickle high
The winds prepare for chaff to fly
Life in death, the grain sustains
The hungry children from the plains
Burma Nights
I shant forget these nights in Burma
Sheltered from torrential rains
With bamboo walls and bamboo ceilings
And dripping bamboo window panes
She was young and sweet and saint-like when we laid her in the grave
With hair the shade of Auburn, flowing 'cross her breast in waves
Her lips looked soft and gentle, as if she simply slumbered
We gave her body back to dust, her soul left unencumbered
The Sister
The hallowed convent halls have held her
In quiet repose for fifty years
Sometimes she wonders if it's been worth
All the struggle, sorrow, pain and tears

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