The Sadness of a Soul Lost
D.Cook (2000)
The winds wiped out over the swollen moors,
As the paulbears came a walking.
The mourners cried out a name,
As the flowers on the grave lay dying.
The cemetery's gates screamed loudly,
As the lost soul rose up slowly.
The bare trees reached up wards,
Like hands grasping trying to reach heaven ward,
As I lie there dying.
The willow tree wept for me,
As the mourners laughed.
The birds sang for me,
As my family forgot my name.
The lord he shunned me,
As the devil ran from me.
The world is dead to me,
As life has left me lonely.
The hands of death have forsaken me,
As I am doomed to eternity.
The fires they call to me,
As the darkness it swallows me.
The reason for my grief,
As is but the reason for my life.
The lust for immortality,
As is what gives pain to my strife.
The end is seamless,
As the darkness of the night.
The coldness is maddening,
As I search still for the end of my life.
