Beautiful City Of The Dead
we see our friends around us falling we see them buried deep in dust in solemn silence yet they're calling prepare for death for die you must so death like a flooding midnight stream sweeps us away our life's a dream an empty tale a morning flower cut down and withered in an hour...now deep in the earth this bed of sighs, in later days the healing rain shall wash away these tears of pain then will my voice in great goodbyes join the chorus in the skies...then let the trumpet sound and bid our kindred rise awake ye nations underground ye saints ascend the skies
View User's Journal
My poems
Here is some of my poems and please don't steal them and say they are yours