On this soil, I walk
Dirtying my feet with its dust
Flowers emerging from the crust
No way to run but on this soil
A trap none realise
Innocent, harmless, is the view
A foundation, it holds all well
Yet quicksand it pulls you in
Never letting go, a black hole it has become
The king, it rest on the throne of all and of none
Memories it holds of every foot walked on
An old man with many stories if it talked
From world wars to suicides it knows all
And despite all, the oldest it remain
To trauma, it remains immune
Watching all that rose from it
Empires to ant hills, it was of it
Only to fall into dust to it
Time carries its weight on it
Made from dust and to dust is it
Holding fears of those who've fallen
And of those who are yet to fall
Paradise dreamt and are still cold
Untouched as the silence walked by
Caressing the tears of those who waited for
Scaring the hope into the caves of the night
A reminder that none can run
Making all lifeless when time is numb
Even the hour glass holds its sands
No wonder all have a date with it.
It takes but never give thanks
Rude and merciless
It gives no warning
Marked with the names of all
Is it my time yet?
Is all I can ask
A place never dreamt by any
A wish list to be forgotten by many
So depressing, it holds a stench
Only Christ can call it to rest
A place to run
And to avoid
It stole a mother away from her son
A father away from his daughter
A son away from his parents
And a daughter away from the past
Colour blind
It takes all as One
For the wages of sin
Is death
So...
Many have come
Many have gone
Many have walked the Earth
Till the dawn
Carrying its dirt on our feet
As we enter our homes
Poisoning the floor
Where hours were spent
Working the servants
Whose hearts has no rest
And still forget who is the master
Fools we've become
Living unbathed as we run
Chasing winds
Believing we are on the move
And yet, nothing comes of it
Even when warned
We still choose the wilderness
Loosing everything that clothed us
In nakedness we pride ourselves
Shameless as we parade ourselves
Throwing away the dignity
That made us virgins for the Lord
And to lust, we are lost
(Part 2)
Dear Grave Yard
When I come to thee
Please keep me warm
The cold of night is harsh
Hold me safe
And out of the worries of all who come
Grow a tree on me, a sign
So I may bless my enemies
Fill the air with joy to take away the pain
And remind those who come
To not whip, but rejoice
For my time was up and theirs is alive
Make the birds sing as songs
To distract my passing
And keep them hopeful
For years to come
Guide them from the evil ones
Who may bring them to you before their time
Grow grass on me so their shows and feet are not dirty
Beautify all, everything the do, so the may wonder in awe
Keep them standing so they don't fall
And clean them up so they're not dirty
Grow flowers on me so the bees will make honey
And feed their bellies for days to come
Do all this as you hold me hear
As all my time have been drain by you
And keep me whole
Till judgement comes.
