A Walk To The End
A Walk To The End1 min 155 1 min 155
The wooden floors have begun to creak,
Like my body that has grown so weak,
I’ve walked for miles and miles for days,
Now finally I can rest and pray.
Giving thanks for the years bygone,
Encompassed by a feeling of warmth,
Friends, dreams and lemon tea,
A lovesome fervor to my heart they’d been,
Now my memory, she has taken leave.
I struggle now to retain one and all,
‘Remember!’ to myself I implore,
Tears they build up in my eyes ,
As I give thanks for the years bygone.
My beloved wife in peace she lies,
Calling upon me to join the ride,
The procession of the buried dead,
A tribe of heavenly realms it's said,
So I tail them without a single doubt,
For I’d be hers forever I had vowed.