How can the waves be so calm
When life is so harsh
Waxing away the living part
Leaving behind a shell
Even then there be no peace for the bell
The seventh day is filled with ringing
But no rest is there
For celebration rushes the air
The church is full
But yet unpaid is the toll
Gather round all with flowers bounty
We stand here together
Sisters and brothers many
To send off a soul sold
The vail must be pulled
What meaning is there in this empty world
So easy it is to destroy
To bring it to decimation
That is way one must survive it all
Cause the world could easily fall
We live with the pain and the joy
So it can be said
That the world has not won
This place of living is a small ball
Compared to all that out there that call
Hand in hand dancing round we go
Life and me
Death and you
Spirits high with glow
Finding are way against the flow
Now off with you
Young or old
It matters little
One day again we meet
Since our paths crossed once it's an easy feet
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PoetryPoetry that covases death and life. If your morbid or have lost someone dear, please do not stop here. Every word has meaning, hear there is no meaning, just the raw feeling. In death we live In life we're held In memory, never forgotten In heart...
