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written 12/28/2011


Submitted:Dec 28, 2011    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The living are so far apart

while the dead lay next to each other

Why wait til we die dear heart

to be close to a sister or brother.

Mothers and fathers

Sisters and brothers

Under the fodder

next to each other.

The living can be prejudiced

while the dead, they don't care

Why wait to be a friend of his

when the two of you are lying there.

Mothers and fathers

Sisters and brothers

Under the fodder

next to each other.

The living pass up cemeteries

while the dead, there are taken

It's to late when they are buried

to love the heart you could have awakened.

Mothers and fathers

Sisters and brothers

Under the fodder

next to each other.

The living are so far apart

while the dead lay next to each other

Why wait til we die dear heart

to be close to a sister or brother.





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