Life

Raise aching hands to weary skies,
Tired bones on suffered grounds.
All of this I wish that I
Didn’t let wear me down.
Down,
Down.
Down,
Down,
Down.
Down….

Rest tortured bones in walls of pine
A resting place for all of time
But I don’t want to leave behind
The sweetly fragrant mist of life
Life
Life.
Life,
Life,
Life.
Life…

Quiet spilling pale moonlight
Cast a cross across upon your smile
As sleeping in my arms you lie
Peaceful in your dreams tonight
Night,
Night.
Night,
Night,
Night.
Night…

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