Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Imaginary Tree

Sore to me on angels wings 
Before my death bed...
To see me away...
Watch me in the flesh 
Before I turn to bones 
And ashes... 

(To see us crying up there
To know the face of no stranger...)

Yet I haven't cried in so long... 
The fear got in the way of something beautiful 
The tears of music on my sleeve. 
And hold life in my arms a dream not made. 

See the pathetic joke I am? 
Or hold my cold hands, to bring strength 
When no one can... 

(To see us smiling up there
To know the face of no stranger...)

And reach my grave 
Before your garden...

With your imaginary tree.. 
Of branches... still holding on.
Limb to Limb  

Flesh 
Bone
Ash... 

To see me away...

Sore on angels wings. 

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