Down here on the
Shore, there's a tomb for
Mé drúis, her name is of no import
Just know
There was a courtship
And a year of good fortune
Before the good Lord called her
And forgot to mention
Her lover, now I am one more
Torn, between the heavens where she
Soars, and the port I sail from in the morn
Where I'll wave goodbye to
The strangers on the shore
For love may live beyond our mortal flesh
But the good Lord has assured
I'll awaken beside her
No more.
No comments:
Post a Comment