To life
I would bottle thee
to see how long I have
To death
Lets wait and see
when the bottles empty
how proud of life I'll be.
To life
I would bottle thee
to see how long I have
To death
Lets wait and see
when the bottles empty
how proud of life I'll be.
I cannot move My head
I do not see the sky
I cannot lift my eye lids
I ask no sympathy
I haven't walked in years
I haven't held a thing
I'm as good as dead
I'm a paralyzed Mannequin.
Alas the angel lark it floats
shadows lost beneath it's wing
the river harsh does it flow
I spy it sinking.
Weeping slow,a song,
tearing through rapids mist.
a funeral, I fore-go, an angel lark there sleeping. molting off the down, I can only wonder how or when it did it drown.
I hark thy name, in remembrance
I weep and I weep alone
where the earth reclaims you
you will soar the skies once more.
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