I pray, no more, for any breath.
Tonight I die, no soul to take,
Never again shall I wake.
I don't go to a land of bliss,
I don't go to a land of lives.
I go no where, I stay in the dirt,
Nothing wants me; I stay in earth.
Hush little dead one, don't say a word,
Never again will you be heard.
If they forsake you, and call you bad,
All their lives, you will see had.
Written - 02/15/04; 3:36 AM
Posted - 04/21/04; 3:15 AM
Jenna White