The quiet day transfers my heart to dead
What is left inside is sleeping in my bed

Great the morning light escapes the dreams of fright

No shelf is left with wit or feelings said
I am what I am, left of a question and a man

Old is the day at hand so pleasant is the memory of the man

Keep the window barred and shade drawn
I cannot and will not accept the dawn

Fields of flowers dance in the sun still I recognize no one

Outside the world just moves forward on
You are the vestige of a song just long

The body is the last to know just where and what do you go

Keep the mother and the child in a song
He will be hanging from an old cross-gone

I saw the mountain and the hill felt pain as the child was killed

Whispers ring in the air a child does care
With sacared hands he leads the way no fare

Crisp and burdened is the son and in the faith I know I love someone

Voice so soft and sweet doors are open there
Captivated by the glow and warmth all stare

Every day is a place to rest my head silk pillow of the dead

Home is now an empty shell I move to content
Earth and journey rescind beauty just spent

All the world is so clear to me strange feelings but I am free

Greetings exchange question answered meant
Back behind live all the angels in my mind

Pleasant and fulfilled I watch the sun rise over the last hill


Float a thought across the seven seas of time
Understand the warmth I had claimed as mine

No mark or cold strike I am but apiece of the never-ending life

Each small but doors explode opening so fine
I care but now all is clear a printed life sign