He knows sweet and sour words
To lure the wondering souls
The voice as loud and clear
Yet rather be thrown
With nothing but a waving hand
he passed the soul to the bridge
Saying his last farewell
was all he needed to finish
Yet living the un-dead
whimpering and crying
For that lost soul
was not meant to be dead.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
He knows sweet and sour words
To lure the wondering souls
The voice as loud and clear
Yet rather be thrown
With nothing but a waving hand
he passed the soul to the bridge
Saying his last farewell
was all he needed to finish
Yet living the un-dead
whimpering and crying
For that lost soul
was not meant to be dead.