That which is longed for
Shall never be found
It is buried deep
Under the cold cold ground
Blood long dried
Just a brown spot on the floor
Never to be noticed
At the closing of the door
That which is longed for
Do not bother to wait
It sits amoung the crypts
Looking out of Heaven’s Gate
Wondering amoung the flowers
Dried and crumpled and torn
Laying on the grass so green
Never to be reborn
That which is longed for
Shall never be found
For it was lost so long ago
Left without a sound
The heart did die
And the soul long left
The spirit withered away
And the mind forever deaf…
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