ECHOES OF THE GONE

Earlier in the twilight

I saw the beautiful light

The day has just begun

And long shall it be gone

 

Although its a beautiful day

The town has grown cold

It is a day in April Bay

And feary tales told

Are ever scary

But never am I scared

 

My bossom fails me

My vision too blurred

I doth no longer trust me

The earth is running red

The loads becoming too heavy

And roads too arched

I was born indigent with no heir

And so life to me is faked

 

Although I was born

I wasn't blessed

And so was I torn

Into two and ever stressed

Coz the only one I know

Is my late bearer

And for nine moons known

Period to whoever is a labourer

Is unforgettable to all though gone

The cruel owner is somewhere unknown

 

Although late mum knows this

She's lond gone

But in me

Memories are made of this

And never shall I

Forgive who owns me!

 

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