come on, come on, come with me
i'll show you places you have never before seen
we can play under the bright stars, in the dark midnight sky
by the river, past the village, where two hundred men have died
so comb your hair
and kiss your mother goodbye
for i swear to you my dearest friend
their is no turning back once we cross the other side
come on, come on, come with me
past the river towards the big old tree
where women have buried their infants, and cried their sorrows alive
where widows have brought their ropes, and hung themselves up high
come on, come on, come with me
my friend after this we will be truly free, so we can cast our shadows aside and let our largest tears slide, but were no more afraid, for we don't have to hide.
but now i must bid you goodbye
as my wrists are now slit wide
i clench my fists once more
and let go of all too many lies.
don't fear my friend we shall meet again, but for now i'll close my eyes.
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The book of unspoken words
RandomThe book of unspoken words and feelings Tearing through the seams with every bittersweet meaning. Maybe you'll read it maybe you won't maybe you'll drown or maybe you'll float This book is a poetry compilation ______________________________________...
