All day and night
We dance
We dance to take flight
We dance to still the pain
We dance to mke the rain
Fall
Upon the wall
The wall that is a deception
A fatal reception
This wall is that of death
It steals our every breath
Until we are merely the lights of souls
The souls of those lost
We've been tossed
Into the flow of spirits
Dead and gone
From wars and sickness
From old and young
Tremendous is the thickness
Of the quantity of souls in which we float
Upon a boat
Drivin he who is called the grim
Grim the reaper
A reaper of the souls
Of the people
The people that shunned him
When he was alive
And the tables have turned
When in his river we must dive
He comes as merely a man
As he stands
He shows his true form
A being of lies
All of his victims die
But he hurts inside
He can never reach perfection
He too was lied to
Trapped in his own deception
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 2:05 PM UTC
All day and night
We dance
We dance to take flight
We dance to still the pain
We dance to mke the rain
Fall
Upon the wall
The wall that is a deception
A fatal reception
This wall is that of death
It steals our every breath
Until we are merely the lights of souls
The souls of those lost
We've been tossed
Into the flow of spirits
Dead and gone
From wars and sickness
From old and young
Tremendous is the thickness
Of the quantity of souls in which we float
Upon a boat
Drivin he who is called the grim
Grim the reaper
A reaper of the souls
Of the people
The people that shunned him
When he was alive
And the tables have turned
When in his river we must dive
He comes as merely a man
As he stands
He shows his true form
A being of lies
All of his victims die
But he hurts inside
He can never reach perfection
He too was lied to
Trapped in his own deception
(c) Steven Forrester
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