Death is Forever
I am, but a shadow in the past.
Life was a blur, away so fast.
Long have I lain here?
Waiting forlorn for my savior.
I only thought of me.
Now I think of nothing, through eternity.
No friends or family, oh no more.
Who has heard of John Barrymore?
Now only old rags, bones, and dust.
Weighed down by, sins of the past.
For me, no golden sunset or rise.
Only the scent of red earth dye.
No clear blue water, or dark night sky.
Only, time, time goes so slowly by.
Oh but if I could live again.
I would be pure good until the end.