This Parchment

Upon this parchment Frosted breath wavers Breathing in return To some great illness Although my heart Beats not forever I shall return to this This parchment This parchment hold my future The key to life and love In happiness we store not sorrow And in sorrow we store not droll In the death of our kind We seek a higher truth Of which we shall forget So write it on This parchment Stained parchment The music swallows, follows, hollows out Carrying with it not soul nor distain Honorable though we are We cannot hope to find A truth of oral sights So we read it on This parchment The parchment is wrinkling, crumbling, Dusting away in the wind So I ask you Where would be today without This parchment