I struggle hard to gain my soul's release
In the dark, I fight and blindly grope
I'm driven hard to give my spirt peace
Will I find my peace when I am dead?
Is solace to be found within the dark?
Will blackness cradle me and stroke my head?
Is my only comfort cold and stark?
Shivering, I cut the strands that tether
Setting my soul free to live again.
Burried 'neath the feilds of flame and heather,
Hoping that my dreams are not in vain.
Tomorrow you will hear me on the breeze.
I will bare my soul and start to sing,
A song so sad it brings you to your knees.
A tugging at your heart my memory brings.
(c) Isaw June 2, 2008





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